she's clubbin

on a recent trip to a "dancehall", i found myself amongst a trio of sorts. it was actually something of a methodical orgy. this young woman had successfully interwoven three gentleman to her fancy, switching them betwen genres of dance as she saw fit. needless to say, i was one of them. but the most peculiar thing, was that either none of us were aware, OR all of us were aware. and in hindsight, i lean to believe it was the latter of those two choices.

the first guy was given Time. this dude was a handsome, tall, and well-dressed. a professional of sorts. he looked as though he just left from work and came to the establishment to take a load off. but on that note, he was definitely in his comfort zone. he knew all of the songs, all of the dances, and all of the moves necessary to have a good time. like how much to drink to get "good", but not "tipsy", and where to put hands on a woman so that it was "seductive" and not "perverted". he was an alright guy, and the woman in focus saw just that. to him, she gave the most of her attention as the majority of the night was spent by his side, smiling and dancing.

the second guy was given Energy. a little more thug-looking than the first, this cat had a bald head and, to my memory, had come out of his tshirt and was strutting around in a wife-beater and jeans. made sense though, the tattoos were much more visible this way. at first, she was approached by him, and the dance turned into one of booty shaking and vibrations. hence, on each song that called for a red bull, she would find him, and they would spend their time together sweating and swinging.

to me, as i see it, she gave Intimacy. which is strange, because after time and energy spent, how could one have anything else to give. yet, it was so. when the track wasn't popular, or high octane, or anything by jay-z, but rather chill and slow...she found me. and we would pull each other close and embrace in such a way that implied that we may have even known each other. as if i had come there with her and was going to leave with her. as if i were there for her. we would sway in the crowd of strangers as if she were not one. we would be in a realm all our own. no one else was there it seemed. nothing else mattered or even existed. we were a bond, of one beat and one flow.

and then the song would change and she would run away to the appropriate man of her choice.

the best part about the entire observation though is that i realize that each of those dudes had to feel the same way when they were with her. she had so maticulously chosen each of us, hadn't she? she had so neatly arranged the order nd priority by which we fell in line, didn't she? weren't we playing to her, just to get a glimpse of that exclusivity, of that notion that we were all that mattered to her? weren't we all just living for the moment, defined only by the premise that it was more?

it was logic.
i mean, it couldn't have been anything else...