How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

I know. My blog title is screaming "Can’t you get any more cliche-ish?!" But what can I do? Three and a half years of repression of my desire to release all the pent-up stress and frustration were really more than enough to, somehow, in a way, not care if I was totally revealing a side of myself that even my most constant of friends didn’t know was part of my personality: I luv to dance!!!

But of course, as exactly how Joy understood my thoughts, I’ve got some reservations too. The band at bar#1 irked me and my "I’m-not-so-desperate-to-let-you-take-me-home-after-this-session" dancing partner at bar#2 gave me the chills.

And then here’s the really clear juice on Malate: The culture’s so distinct per street, per area, that you could clearly distinguish the spots of the common, okay, "jologs" crowd, the "conio" crowd, the bohemian, and the, quoting PinoyExchange.com speak "alternative preferences" crowd, the last being where Joy and I got stuck into after deciding we’ve had enough of the first mentioned crowd at bar#1. No offense though to those who do not distinguish themselves as belonging to the last three categories, I just really can’t seem to tolerate a "salbakuta-type" crowd with the bald hair and the oversized "in everything". Reminds me of my ex. Haha. But that’s another story.

Going back to the last crowd type, the bar we went into is definitely not for the faint of heart when it comes to homophobia. In the dim lights of the dance floor, one could somehow clearly see how "hot papas" in pairs could outmaneuver a pure-blooded female species’ moves. In the midst of all the gyrating, Joy and I were being so crushed that our partners took the opportunity, and the advantage, if I might add, to pull us closer to them for "safety". Then again, of course, I wouldn’t let such moves and such scenario ruin my purpose of really just dancing the night and, if I might add, the morning, away. In the end, though Joy and I might be a little "bitin", at least I know where to go to the next time singing in the shower is a little too short of helping me detoxify and destress.

(Kudos to Raz for the really "sexy lady" dance moves and to the PEx-Couchers Seph, Kat, Alvin, Juju, Mimi, Vani, Andy, Jesse, Amy, and of course, Joy)

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