The Dogs of Men

This tale will probably just show you my self-esteem issues that or my indifferent attitude- kinda like in regards to myself.  Exie invited me to a going away thing for Bianca and Chuey.  We were going to go to a Latino dance club.  I was super excited and nauseous at the same time.  I hadn't tried many dance moves since ballroom dancing with Steven.  Our teacher also wasn't too proficient in the Latino dances.  Finally, he told me I liked to lead too much- which is bad.

So, needless to say, I wanted to look STELLAR.  I wanted to let off the 'sexy latina' vibe, then I changed clothes.  I was going for a 'beautiful, sophisticated' look which may be why I was so ill prepared for what the world had in store for me that night.

Before- I can't believe I actually went
to work looking like this....

After.
Yay!  I didn't overdo the stuff

I thought that I looked ok.  I was dressed up, I only wanted to look nice for the party.  I'm older now and it had been quite a few years since I had turned some heads.  I had attempted to look 'sexy' before and it didn't really work for me:

oooo, so sexy!.... NOT.

I don't know if it was my hair was too bright or what.  Just not good.  I tried, which was the sad thing.

I didn't think that I could ever get another pic to rival my oh-so 'famous' pic:

you have to admit- this is a good pic.

I had some close ones:

I like this pic too- it's cute!
 but not 'sexy'

I think this pic looks good!

But now I had this:

And I went off to the club.

As a side note, I like the soft lighting  that I seem to find often in my car.

The club.

The club was cool.  I was a horrible dancer (thanks Keith!)  Chuey was an AWESOME dance teacher/partner.  He was able to lead so I could mostly understand him.  It was fun.  Exie tried but his hand signals were so confusing that we danced mostly to the basic step.

There were three 'couples' there.  I use couples loosely because we were evenly matched for gender, but only one couple was actually there together- Bianca and Chuey.

This meant that we would switch out partners and because Johnny was waiting for us to go to the hip hop room of the club, he didn't really dance.  Sophie didn't really either, she needed a few beers before then.  I stood by the side of the bar and wondered around some.  I quit wandering when I started noticing a pattern:

when I walked outside to call Debbie back, a few guys wondered with me to the entrance.  One even grabbed me by the hand and said, "you're not leaving, are you sugar?"  When I explained my phone call, they asked if I was calling my boyfriend- which I declined.  I kept Debbie on the phone long enough though that they went back inside.

Walking to the bathroom, I got the 'girl' stare: the whole up-down and lick your lips look.  Gross.  A few guys made some cat-calls.  I'm never wearing a red dress to a club again.

Lastly, and this threw me for a loop, standing at the bar next to Johnny, an older lady from the table in front of us came up to me.  She had me lean in so she could yell into my ear (it was loud).  Her first spiel was completely in Spanish.  After I explained that I didn't speak any Spanish (in Spanish, of course, is that confusing?) she tried to talk to me in a thick accent.  What I got: you, beautiful, me, husband, later, drinks, and maybe another (person, I thought), place to stay tonight.  Ummmm.... no thank you?  It was hugely awkward.  I thought when she had touched my boob it was by mistake trying to lean in to talk to me, maybe not.  Creepy.

It's nice to feel pretty, but afterward I almost felt like I was doing a walk of shame- makeup smeared and flaking, tired, achy, and wondering why I felt so gross.

But, it is nice to have another awesome picture!