As an aspie who tries to be social and fit in with others, I thought that the perfect opportunity to take up that flag and pursue a sense of normalcy was to go to a school dance. Since this was a Winter Dance, with the theme Winter Nights Dream (An unintellectual play on the Shakespearean "A Midsummer's Night Dream" to all you kiddies), I obviously had to take a date along. For weeks, I hunted for a date that I thought I could bring along to the dance. I had several different plans in place in case any of the previous plans would not work, and, surely but slowly, worked my way through all of the possible plans that I could employ. Finally, I decided to take my guitar teacher's niece, who was slightly homely looking, but was also very sweet (I do not discriminate based on looks for the most part).
The affair before the dance was the typical stuff that couples did, taking pictures, meeting with the parents, etc etc. I offered to double date with my sister and her in order to make it easier on my parents, who were frustrated with the whole cost of the affair. Excited yet slightly nervous about what was going to happen, I was driven by my parents down to the Chinese place next to where the dance was located, and we had dinner.
Dinner was great. Everyone we knew was so agreeable and kind to each other. Little did we know that this attitude would pervade even during and after we left the dance.
We entered into the lobby of the dance hall , which was actually a rented area of a Christian music venue, and saw some of our friends. After greeting them, My date and I went into the dance hall. The evening started normally enough, with them playing the same processed (C)rap and hip hop that is played at every single dance, and everyone either dancing along to it because they liked it or because they could pretend to like like it. Then, something abnormal happened (in my eyes). Everyone started violating each other's space and grinding up against each other as if they were doing some sort of cobra mating ritual, with some of the young ladies even bending over in front of their males pants as if to summon some long lost daemon from another plane of reality. This ritual, called "grinding" by many who partake in it, shocked my date an I, as we awkwardly watched what was happening and I tried to dance along to it without getting any booty in the way of my pants.
After a couple slow songs, my date and I decided to leave this en masse mating ritual that was going on, unbeknown to the teachers, and the security who was supposed to be watching everyone. Of course, my sister and her date were outside as well, overwhelmed by this sort of cultist dance that had become so popular over the past decade or so. Due to the fact that we felt it was very awkward to grind against our dates, we left the dance early and got some ice cream.
So, what do you think? Am I just some kind of party pooper, or do I have a a valid excuse for leaving the dance and then choosing to spend about 20 minutes ranting about it to WP?