I’ve been going out to nightclubs and I am being seriously beaten by the easy girls…

I don’t drink much, don’t really like it, so by the late night/early morning I am hopelessly sober and I’m about the only person that can claim such a state, apart from the working crew. I usually like one guy specifically and I look, smile and dance for the guy, calmly waiting for him to make a move. I like to be chased, conquered, and would feel appreciated if the guy came to me.

That is when the “other girls” are beating me. By the time of the night when I’m expecting something to happen, everyone is walking in a diagonal axis: people have so much alcohol in their blood stream that no-one can stand up straight. So “some girl” gets in front of this guy I have been oozing all night and who has been looking and drooling at me too. She starts dancing, or should I say: flailing without a sole drop of elegancy – and she throws herself at him… and she wins him, at least for the night. I am left standing (straight) dancing my elegant, expert, sexy moves, and still can see The Guy kissing The Girl although he is still looking at me!

I can almost hear the thoughts that are going through his mind: “Am I making a good choice? That one is hot, but this one is easy!” I cannot blame the guys, but I cannot also bring myself to jump to a guy’s neck. I am not that difficult, as soon as someone I like approaches me and shows that he is interested I will kiss him and let the night take us to wherever it takes us… I have hot Latin blood in my veins and cannot resist for long… But I feel that one music is the least resistance I can offer, at least to get a sniff from him, see if there is a connection of any kind, see his smile, look into his drunken eyes…

I have the feeling that a guy that chooses “the other girl” is simply not the one for me. To wake up with no memory of an adventure on the following day doesn’t appeal to me. I like to remember every kiss, every move, to remember the night in detail, cruelly knowing how many times we did it, where and how. What would be the point of giving myself and taking him intensely if I was simply the first girl to throw herself at the guy on the night, feeling he was still looking at the others thinking: “Am I making a good choice? That one is hot, but this one is easy!” What do you think? Am I being stupid for not playing by the rules? To be classy or to be easy, this is the question!

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