Saturday night, my husband Jorge went to a bachelor party while I went out to the Cancun Hotel Zone with some of my girl friends. Our first stop was Surfin Burrito for some drinks, which was great because I’ve never been to Surfin Burrito at night!
A few hours later, we walked up to Party Center to see what all the tourists were up to. Nadia was dying to dance, so we went into Congo nightclub.
Inside Congo, Nadia and I were dancing our hearts out on some stairs in the middle of the club. Some random guys asked to take a picture with us… which was weird, but we were in a good mood so we smiled and posed. A few minutes later, one of the photo guys was trying to dance with Nadia while the other one began asking where I’m from. No big deal, but it was a little crowded anyway so we moved to a platform at the edge of the club where lots of girls were dancing solo.
“Perfect,” I thought. “We’ll be able to dance because nobody can hit on us up here.”
Not 10 minutes later, an 18-year-old guy hopped up on the platform and began awkwardly dancing near us. Eventually, he asked me if I spoke Spanish, and I told him I did. Then he inched closer to Nadia and after 3 minutes or so of awkward kind-of-dancing, the kid asked Nadia if she minded that he was dancing there. After another 5 minutes of shyness and no success, he excused himself to go to the restroom and never came back.
Nadia and I got to dance for awhile once again, until two guys hopped up on the platform and began awkward “I’m dancing far enough away from you that I might be dancing by myself, but close enough that I might be dancing with you” behavior for several minutes. (This is the worst because I can’t tell them I’m not interested because they’re *technically* not dancing with me, but at the same time they’re taking up my space on an already small platform.) I had my back to them, and one placed his hand on my shoulder. Already annoyed by their hovering, I immediately shrugged him off and kept dancing.
The other one continued to try to dance with Nadia, but she was definitely not interested. To save face, the 2 guys stayed on the platform for a few more minutes dancing on their own, and that’s when we decided to leave.
Can’t 2 gals in committed relationships go to a club without spending 50% of their time wondering how to get rid of creepers?
I dunno. I totally get that lots of single people try to make a “love connection” or whatever at clubs, and if you have the guts to try to make contact with someone, that’s GREAT! I don’t mind at all. I’ll even be nice to you. But why beat around the bush? Just swoop in and make your move already! That way I can turn you down politely and quickly, and we can both move on without 10 minutes of awkward “Are you trying to dance with me or are you just uncomfortably close?” action.
Ok readers… Have you ever experienced any awkward advances? Tell me about it!