Trying my best

     I have decided that I'm just not going to blog about my relationship status for a while. It's too complicated to update right now. I, myself, am suffering from whiplash. So, until I get my stuff together, just know that I am single and friends with Tim.

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     So, you may ask, what trouble have I been getting into lately? To answer that question, I'll just say ALL SORTS! Another question you may have is probably something to the effect of, why is there a picture of a strip pole next to this entry? Well don't jump to conclusions just yet, hear me out.

     The other night my good friend Holly took me, her guy-friend, and my friend Braxton to Club 1120, a regular (non-gay) club in Birmingham. Well The first thing I did was get out there on that dance floor and show those straight boys what a REAL dancer looks like. I must admit I showed them up, and was later surrounded by some very talented and beautiful black women. Not too much later, the DJ put Beyonce's Single Ladies on.

     For those of you who do not know, I have this dance rehearsed and practiced down to a tee.



     When I say this, I'm not exaggerating a bit. I had EVERY eye on me. The other people on the dance floor stopped dancing.. even the people at the bar turned around to see the guy who danced like Beyonce. When I finished, I got a roar of applause!

     However, it quickly went downhill. I was wearing a muscle shirt, and the bouncers approached me saying that I needed more clothing, forcing me to squeeze back into my hot over-shirt, while I watched the girls run around the room in bikinis. Not only that, but when I went out to dance with Braxton, they started walking towards me as if they were going to separate us. I wanted to avoid a scene, so I quit dancing with him. Finally, I'd been staring the pole in the corner of the room the whole night. I'd watched those girls who thought they knew what they were doing spin around it. So, I decided I wanted a go. Almost when I had a good crowd around me, the bouncers shouted "HEY!" and prodded me off the pole... with a broomstick. How embarrassing.

     While I did have SOME fun at the club, I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon. Oh, and the DJ suuuucked.