Guy Circles

Lately I love dancing.
I used to hate going to clubs and being forced to stand around awkwardly.
Some friends would go off and dance, but others would stick by me.
We would walk around, hunting for our prey. Someone to talk to, Anyone to keep us off the dance floor. And finding that special someone...well, that would be magic.

"Hey Lauren, how are you?..." "nope, haven't seen him..." "I know, it sure is loud by all the music" "Should I shout?" "Was that a yes?" "It's just so loud; do you want to go outside?" "oh, you want to keep on dancing?"
"no, sure...it's cool..." "I'm just going to hang around over here" "...cunt"

When I look back at my club memories, for the most part all I remember is dread.

But then something changed.
Allow me to introduce Guy circles.
They began in Myrtle Beach South Carolina, in the heart of our nation, close to a strange abundance of Shooting Range/Civil War Museums.

Instead of pretending to have a good time as we looked for girls, we stopped looking for girls and started having a good time.
Five guys; with our own circle and everybody wanted in.

Girls no longer mattered, fun mattered.
Don't get me wrong we danced with girls, and some of us even danced with 60 year olds (it wasn't the norm, but the truth is the truth).

But it was because we were a group of fun guys hanging out that we had a great time dancing.
We weren't girls, yet plenty of guys came over to join our circle...which was creepy...very creepy.

It was in South Carolina where I realized that as long as you have the right mindset, you can make anything fun.

...And also, you have to be drunk.

...Like I'm talking crunked out of your mind shitfaced.