Yesterday, October 28, I went for my first costume party here in Canada. I dressed up as a pirate while my friends dressed up as matching sailors. Outside was 5 Degrees Celsius but we were all showing some bare skin because that was part of the sexy costume. Everyone else did.
We reached the club called On the Rox by riding a school bus from York University. It was more like a field trip but with teenagers — more like young adults actually — whose hormones were uncontrollable and with blood intoxicated with alcohol. It was fun while it lasted it was like the olden College Embassy days. I am happy I went, the experience was great. I had clean fun.
And because I am in a country that is liberated, you can see from the doors of the club couples, maybe strangers even, grinding each others’ private parts. The act of dry humping is not fun to watch at all so I did what I had to do, ignore and move on. I tried so hard but everywhere I look there they were, multi racial people grinding and dry humping.
CANT THEY GET A ROOM?
Not that no one was interested to dance with me there was a number of the opposite sex actually who went at my back grabbed me by the waist and .. before they even get to that grinding move, I am already taken boy was made clear already by me. I was not just interested. I am perfectly happy with whatever relationship I have.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a party pooper I just don’t feel like grinding my ass into someone else’s private part when I am in a happy true and real relationship.
By the end of the night, while my friends were all talking and gushing about how this cute boy asked her this question and how this hot guy tried to kiss her, I on the other hand, opened my laptop, signed in to my instant messaging account and met up with the most special person that I would always love to come home to (with or without dry humping at that WAHAHAAHAH).
And he never fails me. He’s always there waiting for me, just one buzz away.