I had a small epiphany this weekend, I am no longer the person I was three years ago. I understand people change over time but I feel that I have become more ethical and rational with my decision-making skills. Some things I assume it would benefit, others I could kick myself. Anyway this song is dedicated to the women I was three years ago.
Well it occurred to me how assertive and confident, well more or less how pompous just a few years ago when I was younger. Some may think that I didn't change..but thats just them. ha ha. I think I wasn't aware of judgment. I knew people could think whatever and pretty much I didn't care what they thought. Now I feel a little hesitant since there are always someone's eye watching your every move. That limits what would be acceptable at your age, well in my opinion. Things I did when I was 21 are very different on what I do at 24.
So Saturday night I went out to meet up with Good in Bed and her trio of friends. I called up The Storyteller and invited her out to come dancing. After the original plan fell through, we ended up at FELT. I had only been there a few times, once for dinner and weekday excursions with The Sister for gay nights. Which were pretty fun. The look of the crowd on the dance floor wasn't so hot since it was filled with other girls, some not so pretty to look at. Anyway, besides the point. So Good in Bed always knows how to use her milkshakes, she sweet talked the bouncer into letting 10 of us go to the top floor and not wait in a wretched line.
Upstairs was interesting. The music was much worse. Which is annoying since we wanted to dance. You have to have great music and beats to dance and possibly someone fun to dance with. Anyway so while I was out on the floor with The Storyteller, there is a guy whom I found cute. The only problem was that he was dancing with another girl. But it is more or less the "friendly dance" they weren't bumping and grinding. She made a few attempts to B&G but he wasn't clearly reciprocating. At this point, I could do one of two things, 1) continue dancing with The Storyteller or 2) go with this dude. I back-flashed to another moment in life.
Well three years ago, I earned the name The Dirty SURFer while at Dartmouth. There were a few things, well more than a few, assertive "actions" I was known for with my group of friends. Nothing bad, but I didn't things that were a bit scandalous. Plus were were the "elite" SURFer* kids. With this group of friends, we were all scientists and I appeared as the "innocent one," until I showed my true colors. Back to the story, so we were in the social hour of a local conference. My Miami Love and I were dancing and I spotted a guy I met earlier that day through my friend Berkeley*. Anyway the situation was that he was dancing with another girl, the "friendly dance." The assertive person I was (at the time) decided he needed to dance with me. I ended up squeezing in between him and the girl. I think I remember it was Rihanna's hit Pon de Replay. Apparently my friend FUPA* overheard the following conversation:
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: OMG this girl came up and pushed me out of the way while I was dancing with (Insert victim's name)
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way's Friend: Seriously, why did you let her?
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: She just pushed me. (then she scoffed)
Ha ha ha. I ended up just hanging out with him for the rest of the night. I was barricaded from my hotel room Miami Love had her boyfriend (now husband) visiting. Well we later exchanged our pseudo business cards the next day, since he was doing research at NYU that summer. I left it as is cause I was never going to see him again. But he was a friend of Berkeley who thought I was ridiculous.
So fast-forward three years in FELT. I just could not bring myself to "push" this girl out of the way. I think if I had heard the Pon de Replay song, I just might have. God that was a crazy summer.
So I ended up not dancing with the guy but later saw the guy with his friends. But didn't even bother with him since my heels were killing me. After three hours of dancing no wonder I can actually run up a mountain easily. lol.
xoxo
--Nicknames (I have not done in a while)
*Berkeley, my favorite Red Sox fan whom I met out at Dartmouth. He loves running and now goes to Berkeley. I was suppose to visit him but haven't yet, soon!
*FUPA, well he is a fabulous man! I call him FUPA because he kept saying fupa all summer long. We had a long discussion about what a FUPA was and who had one. I laughed every time I see a woman with one, I only remember the nights in my dorm room with my favorite crew.
*SURFer, well the program we were in was the Summer Undergraduate Research Program aka "SURF". So we were know as "SURFers" from a time to time. Dirty was added after my stupid actions as being a crazy girl during the program. Great summer.