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You can dance if you want to

So I have a not-very-secret pleasure that I indulge in on occasion.

I love to dance.

I often dance around my apartment in the evening or on the weekend as I'm getting dressed (thank goodness I live alone or I might scare someone). My sister also likes to dance and so if my dancing becomes a social activity instead of an alone-in-my-apartment activity it would be because of her. I'm grateful for this because, though I love to dance, I find myself somewhat at odds with the dance scene in Calgary.

Sure I like the idea of going Salsa dancing with friends or going to a club for a drink and some dancing, but the reality is very different.
What the dance scene in Calgary really turns out to be is a meat market (singles scene).

My Mom once asked me why I don't dance wth guys at clubs when I told her about us girls wearing each others wedding rings to try to avoid being hit on. I told her that if a gentleman asked me to dance and knew how to dance I would love that, but what really happens is a scrungy looking guy who smells repulsively of beer grabs you around the waist and starts humping you on the dance floor like some rediculous dog in heat.

I wish I was joking...or at least exaggerating, but I'm not.

I've been gropped, manhandled, danced away from my friends,  and grabbed in my years of going dancing. Most of the time it's not too bad but it really ruins the night when someone follows me or a friend around and wont take no for an answer. We seriously just want to dance!

In the last few months the few times that friends and I have gone out dancing it has been at a nice old pub called "the Black Swan". I find that the men are much more respectful there and don't keep bothering you when you turn them down. Something about the fireplace, pub seating, and small intimate dance floor makes it a nice place to go to just hang out and eat or go later for a drink and some dancing on a Friday night.

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  1. I should go dancing with you one night - not that I know how - but it sounds like fun.

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