DnB party, Monday night. The sound is so good I really can't believe it. Too few people, but they're all dancing like crazy.
Act I.
A man comes by slaps my ass, smiles rather suggestively and continues his way.
Act II.
An older man comes to chat. Lookin kinda bored and definitely not belonging to the party. Conversation:
him: Where are you from?
me: Bulgaria
him: Where is Bulgaria?
me: $%%^&????????????????
I take a second look. True, middle aged, looking smart.
me: You really don't know?
him: Well, its like the least important country in the world...
me: (a finger)
Act III.
Three hours after the beginning, I feel sweaty, dirty, confused, but dancing. An energetic man comes by, jumping with the bass. Takes my hand and makes me do a pirouette. Takes my face in his hands and tells me 'You are so beautiful!' Then leaves.
Conclusion: I love rainy nights...
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