(because honestly, what guys do to ‘dance’ might as well be foreplay)
It’s because I see dancing and all that nonsense as a mating call.
Guys don’t dance to ‘have fun’ or ‘let loose’
It’s for mating. Strictly mating.
Guys don’t go to the club to forget their problems. They go to get a girl, impress her with a mediocre ability to follow her hips and not fall over, take her to their place and fuck her brains out.
They aren’t looking for a wife at a club.
I’m not looking for a wife.
And if I was, it wouldn’t be at a club.
So I don’t go clubbing.
Unless it’s a guido-rific house music fist pumping club.
Then you know I’m there.
i dunno man, it’s kinda fun to walk into the club, grab a drink, and wind up dancing with a girl. ‘specially dope if you walk out with shorty under the arm…. can’t front on that.
"clubbing" can be enjoyable sparingly. there’s something so unstimulating about it. I far prefer a dive bar with an IPA in one hand, glass of Maker’s Mark in the other, and being surrounded by compelling people and walls littered with unascertainable paraphernalia.
(good example of such a place is Bob and Barbara’s on 15th & South in Philadelphia)