Dancing with Susan

Saturday night I went dancing with my youngest sister, Susan. Susan and I look like sisters, but our personalities are very different. I did my standard club act; I spent the entire time on the dance floor refusing to dance with other people. Once again a little crowd of men formed to watch me dance and shoot down potential dance partners. The middle of nowhere and DC have this much in common, though the dance floor in the middle of nowhere is much more crowded. I think this is because there are so few places to go clubbing.

Back to making my long story longer, Susan was asked to dance and was extremely happy too. Also a man bought her, her first drink and I think she felt like a princess when it happened. It was refreshing to see someone so happy about the simple things in life. I have never worried about people wanting to buy me drinks, even though it happens every time I go dancing. I almost always refuse. I told Susan to take the drink but not to go home with the man. Except I almost never take the drink, it is not like I am going to go home with the guy so why not take the drink? Am I too cynical? Is a drink really a drink or is accepting a drink an invitation to something more? What does a man expect when he offers to buy you a drink?

Later in the evening when she asked me how to get rid of him, I waited until she went to the bathroom profusely thanked the man in question for making my younger sister’s evening and then told him her age (14 years younger than him). He definitely understood and gracefully left to find someone closer to his age.