calandale wrote:
Well, it's not like I don't like it. I don't know what it is really. Maybe it's just the music - if it's good. Maybe it's the way the crowd reacts. When I first started going out again, I went to go find something pretty to take home. Well, that never works, but I danced anyway. As I got more used to going, I convinced myself the rationale was that I was trying to die that way; in this too, I failed - I'm getting in way too good a shape to die from it. Now, it's just the duty. There are moments that I enjoy, I guess. But with the amount of energy that I expend (physical and psychic) while dancing, I hit something of a high, which really isn't pleasure. I don't know what it is.
i also have some kind of the same dancingtechnique i think, like starting at midnight and not stop before 7am (although i didn't have the time to go to places the 3 last years and i can't stand smoke no more, so i do it less, i go run 5or6km a few times a week now)
For a woman it is the opposite, you have to be carefull not to give any guy(no matter what age, cause mostly they are drunk around 3-4am) the impression that you are watching him cause they'll want you (since i'm married and my man is never with me on these occasions it's not very convenient)