Oh My, was last night FUN!!!
So, it's Jacquard Anthems #3 (see the website created by some phenomenal design genius), so I tootle off to The Crypt for another packed out Alternative 80s/90s night...
But alas, many are off to see New Model Army down The Whatacunt tonight, so didn't come out. Or they were at the Whitby Goth Dracula Weekendy Thing, where lots of EMOs ponce about in graveyards, annoying the locals and giving proper Goths a bad name.
Which means...
DANCE FLOOR SPACE!!!
Yay! Free reign for Slim Sym to strut his seductive stuff!
And it seems Dancing Xym (youngish and slim, long past 17) is quite popular with Teh Pretties with his snake hipped shape throwings!
First, 'kella mentioned that one's dance style was transfixing attentions, for it would appear to be somewhat theatrical. Xym as Performance Art!
And it was noted that several groups of enamoured Pretties were admiring The Xym!
Now, there were not many other dancers, but it became quite obvious Xym was something of a focal point! And a talking point. And a gossiping point.
But hey - there were Pretties galore. Most clearly unavailable (as ever), but Xym did get many a shy smile and a captive audience.
Not held captive in a cellar by me, forced to endure hours of watching Xym flounce about. Captive audience as in can't take their eyes off Xym. One does have a somewhat powerful presence (powerful post-scent of BO, more like ← reader's voice)
Why, even one of the hottest Pretties in the venue actually told Xym he was wonderful! Only off the dance floor twice for 5min breaks, and that seems to impress really hot babes! On the downside, it does lead to a dampening...
...of The Xym! 5hrs non-stop frenetic dancing does leave one's shirt all moist upon the back, which is somewhat repellant to Pretties whom are desirous of a hug at the end. Or just plain desirous. or something.
And guess what - as ever, there was one beautiful RedHead who was "really into The Xym", and if The Crypt hadn't commanded a premature ending 30mins earlier, Xym could have pulled. But fate intervened as always, leaving her to be dragged off by her mate, bewailing her lot at having to go home alone.
Which, if she'd waited, she wouldn't have had to.
"Yeah, right, Xym. As if you would have followed up, and chatted her up!"
Well, probably not. But I am getting better at the whole confidence thing. And not fleeing from Pretties.
So, now my "unrequited harem of Pretties what's after Xym (as identified by his Sister)" includes Crypt Barmaid, Jacquard Redhead, 80s Night Greek, Britpop Babe, Rawkus Babe #1, Rawkus Babe #2, Whatacunt Barbabe, and numerous other hottiess my Sister has identified!
Xym so popular!
Looks like I'm going to have to turn Jacquard Anthems into a Hit Man And Her type event, with show dancers. Hire meself out as a theatrical attraction for clubnight podium performance and such.
So, if you have a clubnight, and need an impressive dancer to lure in punters of the Pretties variety, I'm available. And probably cheaper than The Whatacunt's Snakehips guy (AND The Xym doesn't wear denim, Cuban Heels, or a Bandana... unless specifically requested to...)
