Good Evening
12/10/00
Good evening.Weekends are good to remind you of why you need to have a life outside of work.
On Dancing with Men At Clubs
Sure, you ask me to dance and I’ll likely say yes. What could a dance hurt. *Shrug*. But please.
Do *Not* stare at my chest while dancing. Even when a button has accidentally popped off and my brassiere accidentally flashes beneath black lights while in a groove twist move.
Do *Not* dance with one hand in front of you in the form of a fist. It lends the imagination just a little too easily to visualizing you trying to jack off with that hand. Especially when you pump it up and down while dancing. Please stop.
Do *Not* try to “casually” place your hand on my lower back and sneak a touch of skin underneath my shirt and just above my skirtline as you lean in close to try and shout something in my ear.
Do *Not* lie to me about thinking that I’m younger than you think I am just to flatter me.
You’re a fool and I can tell when you’re lying. Punkass.
Do *Not* say that your’e close friends with someone I know who is also there at the club when you’re also lying. I will call you on it and you will be embarrassd thoroughly and lose complete credibility with me.
Do *Not* dance in such a way that I can see exactly what you’re thinking. Dancing with your penis as the epicenter of all your dance moves is really not sexy. In fact, it cries of overcompensation for a small dick.
Do *Not* feel the need to shout the lyrics of every booty song in my ear just to prove how “down” you are.
I know the words too, I like the song, I’ll sing along while jamming. But I don’t feel the need to target the expression of such interests in a person’s ear when they’re so obviously trying to just dance and enjoy themselves.
Do *Not* ignore the obvious hint that someone has called in for a rescue mission. Perseverence will get you very little. Be gracious, be polite, and be a gentleman. You’ll impress more with this than anything else.
I know I’m flattered to be asked to dance at all. It’s nice, really. But some folks just don’t know how to do it with any sense of style or grace.
In Other News
I was at AsiaSF tonight and saw Barry Bonds there grab one of the “Lady’s” asses during a photo opportunity. Too weird. I wonder if he was just checking out how tightly they wrap up their *goodies*.
Peace out,
Min Jung
PS: I’m working on the hawaii wedding website and etc for my brother. Been scanning the dozens and dozens of pictures that I’ve taken from the wedding and the trip overall.
Unfortunately, as I was the primary photographer, I’m not in very many of the pix at all. But still, in the few I’m in, I would have to say I felt pretty good about how I looked. Inspite of the excess in pins, makeup and hairspray applied profusely on my being. Amazing thing. In the pix, I don’t even look sunburnt. Not bad eh?
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