Girls' Night Out - Part Two (It's Taylor's)

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Last Saturday, I regaled you with my tale of "romance on the dance floor" in Part One of Girls' Night Out.  However, Slick Rick's fancy footwork was simply the introduction to our night.  Taylor's is a place people go to let loose...and let loose they did.  Without further ado, here is another glimpse into my night out on the town. 

Taylor's has two dance floors.  One typically plays Top 40 music while the other tends to have classics from the 80's and 90's.  I love the classics but couldn't really get into the groove of things.  Then it hit me.  They hadn't played any Michael Jackson!  The DJ was taking requests so I slipped into his booth to make mine.  He smiled at me saying, "What do you think I'm playing next?"  Kismet!  Unfortunately, I forgot to check his ring finger. 

Sure enough, my mental love affair with the DJ was not in vain.  The opening bass line to "Billie Jean" filled the room.  Not only was he playing MJ, but he was playing my all-time favorite, super mo-jo song.  I've played this song to prepare for finals, job interviews, first dates and other important moments in my life.  It holds significance.  I swept my feet to the beat and pulled out every MJ Experience for Wii move I could conjure up.  Somehow I ended up moonwalking into an innocent bystander.  He understood.  It is Taylor's after all.   

Jen and I ventured to the more modern dance floor to see what they had to offer.  There were a few people dancing, but we decided to play it cool for a bit.  That was until "The Cupid Shuffle" came on.  An entire room breaking out into a synchronized dance number is irresistible.  We had to join in.  All was well until a 4 inch stiletto met my left foot.  That's my sliding foot for crying out loud!  The offender apologized.  I shrugged my shoulders, smiled at her and limped my way through the rest of the dance number.  After all, it is Taylor's.  The show must go on. My toe is expected to make a full recovery.

A few songs later, we were still going strong in the Top 40 room.  Jen kept motioning for me to look over at a gentleman across the dance floor.  Being over six feet tall, Jen catches all the good stuff.  At 5'4, I appear to be her Cabbage Patch Kid sidekick and can only catch the action when she sits me on her shoulders.   Apparently the gentleman in question grabbed his dance partner's hair and sniffed it as she walked away.  They didn't come together and we were pretty sure he didn't know her. A little weird.  But hey, it's Taylor's.

All in all, it was a night well spent. 

S/n:  I spent a good portion of my day battling a migraine. I celebrated its departure by purchasing a slice of my all time fave Kahlua Cocoa Coffee Cheesecake.  After losing 34 pounds this year, I don't think I've loathed myself and loved life so much at the same time.

Girls' Night Out - Part One

  Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

  Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

Hitting the club scene used to be one of my favorite pastimes.  I've slowed down quite a bit.  When I say quite a bit I mean I don't go at all.   A friend of mine suggested we go out and I figured, "Hey, why not".  Without a doubt, it was a decision I do not regret. 

We decided to go to a place called Taylor's.  What I love about Taylor's is the variety of people.  Regardless of age, ethnicity, or social status - everyone is there to have a good time.  I've yet to be disappointed by my experiences there. 

My friend *Jen and I were standing just off of the dance floor and a gentleman in a three piece suit with wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail circled around me then looked me up and down. I knew what this tribal dance meant and I was prepared for the challenge. He led me to the dance floor where he proceeded to dazzle me with his fancy footwork.  While I wasn't really sure what he was up to, I figured "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em".  A full length mirror lined the wall in front of us.  At one point he slid over to it and smoothed his mustache.  The whole scene was pure comedy.  I kept searching for my friend (she's over 6 feet making her impossible to miss) but alas, she had not followed me out to the dance floor.   

Later, Jen and I went outside for some fresh air.  Who was out there but Mr. Smooth Moves himself.  He walked over to us.  The conversation went something like this: 

Him:  What's your name?

Me: Veronica. 

Him: You don't say?  I have a sister named Veronica.   My name is Rick.

Me: Oh, like Slick Rick? 

Him: There's nothing slick about me. 

Me (inner thought bubble): Sir, your hair is glistening in the pale moonlight as we speak and you smoothed it back during your last sentence.  I'd say that's pretty slick. 

Him: Are you married?

Me (inner thought bubble): Quick, think of something.   We're actually together. 

                                                  He looks at my friend. 

Him: What your name? 

Jen:  Jen. 

Him: I have a sister named Jen.  What are the chances of that?  I have a sister named Veronica and a sister named Jen. 

Jen:  We have to go now. 

Note to self - claiming your friend as your s/o to avoid unwanted advances worked ten years ago.  In 2013, it is not only acceptable, but coveted.  I need a new exit strategy.   There's more to come on tonight's adventure ladies and gentlemen.  Stay tuned! 

The One Who Ruins It For Everybody

Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time to have a little funEver go out with someone who totally made you flip your dating game?  I mean the type of experience that shuts you down temporarily then reincarnates you into a silent but deadly dating ninja.  Or maybe just a paranoid freak (we don't judge here).  Well I'm here to tell you, you are not alone.  I've compiled a few stories I've heard along the way that have refined the dating skills of these women...or ruined it for any men that cross their paths.  You decide!

Picture from notsalmon.com

Picture from notsalmon.com

The Penny Pincher - Back in "Halfsies Reloaded", I talked about my friend *Sharon's experience with a gentleman who expected her to "pay the b***" on their first date.  Mortified, humiliated and downright depressed, Sharon went on a dating hiatus.  She feared that things might get worse and she just didn't want to chance it.  For a while, we spent Saturday nights together.  Then reality struck.  We realized that men weren't going to mysteriously appear on our doorsteps. On her next date, she was fully prepared...she brought a wad of cash.  When the waitress came with the check, anxiety overtook her.  Luckily this guy was more chivalrous than the last.  Sharon still brings back up money with her for all dates just in case, which is a great best practice for dating anyway.  Something good came out of her experience and she hasn't had to wash dishes to pay her tab yet. 

Neither a Borrower nor a Lender Be - Another friend of mine dated a guy (we'll call him Sam) who had no qualms about asking to borrow money.  They were pretty young when they dated and forged a friendship afterward.  Unfortunately, embedded within that friendships were little flecks of jealousy and resentment from when they were together.  My friend looked past that because of all they'd been through together.  About six years ago, Sam found himself in a bind (as he often times did) and asked to borrow a couple hundred in cash.  She loaned it to him with little hesitation.  Sam found out that she was dating someone else shortly after borrowing the money.  Instead of paying her back, he asked her to meet him somewhere then stole her phone.  He proceeded to call or text each male he found in her phone to confront them until she suspended her service.  To date, he still has not paid her.  Her new golden rule is any guy she dates has to make more money than her.  While I've not adopted that philosophy, it's understandable.

I'd Like to Make a Return -  What are the return policies at auctions?  Do they have one year, 30 day or are all sales final?  While attending a professional networking event, I met *Jean.  Jean and I struck up a conversation about dating auctions.  Apparently, Jean met her ex-boyfriend by bidding on him at an auction.  They had a whirlwind romance until he decided to go all "thug life" on her and ended up in jail.  She now avoids auctions as a whole because she's afraid of what she's going to end up with.

Burn Baby Burn - Okay, this one hits a little closer to home.  I've alluded in previous posts about a maniac mystery man from my past.  After my ex-husband and I split up, I went out on a date with a guy that I knew through some mutual friends.  No one told me he was CRAZY, DERANGED.  Nope.  Me and my car had to learn that the hard way.  After communicating with him for a few weeks, I realized that something was off so I ended things.  Facing rejection was something my suitor would not accept.  He flew off the deep end - threatening me, sending harassing text messages and posting subliminal messages on Facebook all in one day.  That night, my best friend and I woke up to several police officers and firemen at my door.  My car was on fire!  This is the extreme cliff notes version of the story; however, I learned to never EVER give my address out on the first date.  I also park my car out of common view when I meet people to avoid anything like that ever happening again.  ***More details to come on this experience at a later date***

So you see ladies, one really can ruin it for everybody.  Or help you grow depending on how you look at it.  What stories do you have to tell?