I need to make a disclaimer right off the hop that my intentions when I go dancing is to do just that, dance. Even when I wasn't in a relationship my reasoning was the same. I love to dance. I love to lose myself on the dance floor. I often close my eyes and just feel the music and move. I don't take much stock of what's going on around me (unless of course there is a train wreck near by and then I won't be able to peel my eyes off her/him), I'm just in the zone.
Often during all these times I sneak moments to look around and watch it all unfold around me. The mating dance if you will. The dance floor can often turn into its own episode of Animal Planet. On Animal Planet they film it so we, the viewers, can watch the animals stalk their prey on the open terrain. It's not much different at the bar just more confined quarters. I can almost, quite literally, see the pheromones emitting from the males when they pounce upon a girl ( the prey). The energy that exudes from them when they are in hunting form is intense. They do not take no for an answer very easily, but when they finally do, they just quickly move on to the next. They probably think they can coerce their way through our force field. Oh and look out if one of the targeted prey is an easy target or a willing target. All gloves are off with regards to the other hunters. The only difference between the bar and Animal Planet is the subjects in one are dressed better than the other (I'll let you decide if I'm talking about the animals or the bar hoppers).
This past Saturday was no exception to this rule. The hunters were in fine form on the dance floor and the prey were easily coerced. I saw a lot of gross 'mating' going on, if you will. So to the pathetic animals who joined us on the dance floor, I say thank you. Thank you for providing me with 5 hours of additional entertainment over and above my beloved dancing.