Part I I'm sitting in my chair, nursing a vodka tonic, a drink I don't really like but makes me feel more mature, and I notice this guy's been looking at me for about twenty minutes now and while at first he made me uncomfortable, I'm slowly getting used to it.Part I I'm sitting in my chair, nursing a vodka tonic, a drink I don't really like but makes me feel more mature, and I notice this guy's been looking at me for about twenty minutes now and while at first he made me uncomfortable, I'm slowly getting used to it. The song they're playing is called "Fingerfoc" and it's by a band that calls itself Friends of Carlotta. I don't know what this means but it is danceable nonetheless. I want to get up and dance, but I don't want to leave my drink sitting there and they're not allowed on the dance floor--drinks that is. I look back to my right and he's still looking at me. He maintains the stare long enough to let me know he's looking at me and then I guess he get's nervous because he turns and looks away after a few more seconds. I suck down the last of the vodka and then take an ice cube into my mouth before getting up to dance to "Warlock" by Skinny Puppy. I have this problem with the video that accompanies this song because it is so outrageously violent and sadistic, but somehow I'm still drawn to it. I wish I could explain the emotion. Another emotion I wish I could explain was how I feel about this man who's been watching me. He's not bad looking, but that's not always a clear sign as to what one can expect personality-wise. The song ends and I notice that he's been watching me dance and that makes me feel really uncomfortable because I feel like I've been put on display for him and that does nothing for me except make me feel like a piece of meat and I tend to think of myself (most of the time) as a little bit more than that. |