A view of the dance floor

Without emotional attachments, anything is possible. The irony is, almost every human achievement was driven by some emotion.
While watching a male friend down on the dance floor gyrating with a random female of his choice, I realized that were I emotionally invested in him, a fun night out would inevitably have turned sour just because he was practically dry humping another female who wasn't me.
Which led me to hazily conclude that, women really should stop this whole latching on to the idea of one man to make her happy philosophy. I mean, the male friends I was with that night had no problem chatting up any woman who would innocently (or not) wander within play distance. The girls however, just danced the night away within the comfort zone of our little group, settling for our guy friends instead of wandering off to meet someone new. And these girls weren't exactly fresh out of the convent either.

All those people hipping and hopping and grinding away down on the dance floor on a Friday night. Some in groups, in pairs, soloistas. Everyone of them out for some sort of release from the week that was, from reality, and from the isolation of being in a crowd.
My friend had found a girl, had wrapped his arms around her and had closed his eyes to the beat, pretending that for a few minutes they had some connection. That he could find solace in the arms of another human being.
Thank heavens his girl wasn't there.
whatever. I don't think this counts as I wasn't exactly thinking straight when I came up with this skewed logic. All I'm saying is that, I suppose having the capacity to turn ice queen is an advantage. Sorta. Blah.
And where was I watching this colorful nature dance from? From the more elevated chill lounge which turned out to be incredibly dull and filled with the pretentious chill crowd who could no more than shake their booties in their tight designer outfits than down a respectable shot of anything stronger than a watered down cocktail.
This of course led me and a couple of sloshed, faggy friends to break into dance just to get the party started, or at the very least raise some eyebrows.