Heels on? Check. Wallet? Check. Dignity? MAJOR CHECK. Then, I hail the uber.
This is my list of things that I make sure I have before I walk out the door on a Friday or Saturday night here in Seattle. A group of us hop in the Uber XL to hit up our destination. This past Saturday, it just happened to be to watch an Australian EDM artist, tyDi, at our local club, Foundation.
Three girls, and three guys, dressed fabulously to have a good time among good company. As we made our way through the entrance onto the open floor, my girlfriend said, “You are going to get hit on tonight.” I rolled my eyes and laughed.
We make our way to the middle of the crowd we held our ground as the electronic lights started to flash in our eyes. It wasn’t even ten minutes into the club when we had a long-haired young man approach us trying to be “friendly.” After brushing him off for awhile his friends apologized for his behavior and all was forgiven. I was more focused on what we came for anyways, the music.
Before I knew it my group and I were in the front of the show dancing our heads off. Two beautiful couples, and two single best friends mobbing out to amazing music. What could go wrong?
Oh yeah, disrespectful males could make this go wrong.
As my hands were in the air and my body was swaying, I glanced to an open space to my right where another young man licked his lips at me. “NOPE,” I thought. My dancing is no way, shape, or form for anyone to watch and get pleasure from. My dancing is for me to lose myself in and have a good time.
The night progressed with randoms approaching me and then me giving the grade school teacher, finger waving, “No.” I am not embarrassed or rude for telling guys to kindly stay away from me. If I wanted to dance with someone, I would be.
I threw up the grade school finger wave and the stop sign hand at least three more times. Why? some of you may ask. Because I, my friends, am not a piece of meat. I am a twenty-three-year-old, college educated, and financially independent woman.
A lot of the times when I see boys (because men don’t do these things) gawking, catcalling, or giving the ever so obvious “up down,” I’m not afraid to shoot a dagger from my eyes into theirs to tell them that’s not accepted by me or other women.
Not only is it not accepted but they are lucky I don’t grab them by the ear and ask them what their own mother would say upon seeing those actions.
Ladies, while it may be flattering at times to know that people find you attractive, I can promise you it’s a lot more attractive to know that you are worth way more than any “up down”, lip licking, or attempted grind.