Simple is the Key

I ventured to another nightclub Sunday night for some Caribbean music. I wasn't planning on hunting, but of course my eyes are always open.

Philly is turning out to have much more aggressive men than Milwaukee and Cherry Hill. That's an "A" plus plus in my book!

So we arrive at Cavanaugh's Riverdeck and start the night off with the signature rum and pineapple. My girl and I sit and chat while the crowd slowly seeps in. Next thing I know we have been approached by the DJ. DJ buys us drinks and chats us up for about an hour. He was warm, funny, and interesting but he revealed his age,39, and I had to give my little speech.

I said, "I am sorry, you are very sweet, I enjoy talking to you, but that is older than what I am looking for." Mr. DJ is Jamaican, therefore he was not taking no for an answer. He continued to chat us up, ask to take pictures, and insist on taking me out to dinner on Tuesday. A Soca song came on my girl pulled me to the dance floor.

It was a slow night so the regulars were taking over the dance floor and everyone else sat at the bar or watched from the sidelines. Out of nowhere comes the one guy that I happened to go on a date with nearly a full year ago. Powa is an American Haitian who records beats and music for a living, can dance like whoa, and has a hot hot double hot body. He looked much scruffier than before but still had the moves. I decided not to say anything to him because he was saying hello to every other girl on the deck. I am full of myself and can not stand when I am not unique to an individual. So I ignored him and refused to fall within the category of the random females that he knew.

As him and his boys took over the main dance floor I stood near the stage and did my two step with a few twists and rolls. Next thing I know, another man, who I realized later that I had danced with at this very club last year, came over and gave me a real good wine.

For those of you unfamiliar with the term "wine" it is in reference to a winding hip and waist movement generally done to Calypso, Soca, and most recently Dancehall music. People wine by themselves or with a partner. You will find that those from Trinidad can wine the best *wink*.

All a lady needs is one man to approach, and then all the other men want to try a bite too. Well I got a bit more than that. The main guy who was taking over the dance floor came over to me and of course I gave him a good wine to show him that he was not the only one that could do something out there. We started chatting and eventually made our way to a quieter portion of the deck to talk. I loved his style, he had dreads (something I tend to drool over), and seemed like an interesting person to have in my circle. He talked a bit too much for me, but I rode it out.

When we got back to the dance floor his homegirl was definitely mean grilling me as if I did something to her and she started to dance harder, Powa made sure to push up on several girls for the next two songs, and Mr. DJ immediately came over to stake his claims again. Such a funny thing to watch how everyone revamped their tactics to gain attention or pretend that they were cool. The girl who was my interest's friend even took the time to grab him for one full slow song. When I say grab, I mean that she wrapped her arms around his neck and did not let go till the end of the song while he didn't even touch her with his hands. It looked like a really sad attempt to claiming territory.

By the end of the night we exchanged numbers, he walked me to my car, and Powa acknowledged my existence by playfully wining up on me at the end of the night. Oh yeah, and Mr. DJ insisted that when I post our pictures on facebook that I leave my phone number for him.

What did I learn from this night? Less is best.

I was fully covered up with a knee length 3/4 sleeved dress, tights, and knee high boots. What got the men was that it accentuated all of my curves. Also I danced, but didn't dance too hard while standing solo. Two females in particular were working really hard for attention. One chic in white rubbed her body and showed her panties when her dress rode up. The girl that was mean grilling me allowed Powa to pick her up and wine on her and she got in the middle of their dancing in order to follow along or show them up. Yes she danced with her friends, but no one else except the nasty men wanted to dance with her. She was bringing the wrong type of attention and therefore receiving the wrong type of men. I have definitely been "that" girl before, but being able to observe and think over it, I can see the kind of attention received.

In all it was a successful night. Looks like I may be getting closer and closer to my goal.