Saturday, March 14, 2009

Breakdown of Human Seduction

Due to my medical condition (gastric catarrh) I am no longer allowed to eat spicy food nor drink any coffee or alcoholic beverages, which all just happened to be my favorite hobbies. I have to confess, that last semester was filled with activities involving alcohol and I guess it’s about time to sober up. Tonight I went to a nation. A nation is a place where students hang out and almost every night one of these nightclubs is open, providing favorable prices to poor students. I am not proud to say this but I have never really been to a nation sober before, just once when I was so tired that I probably seemed beery to my surroundings. Tonight was an adventure, I saw things that I’ve never seen before. My new un-intoxicated eyes saw the things that were really going on. It’s kind of a pretty sight, I had some good laughs but also experienced feelings of fear. My two friends, who look like Swedish amazon-women, tall, blond and absolutely gorgeous ladies, wearing body stockings, were both on the hunt for a late night companion. I can gladly say that their night was a success and Lund can sleep safe tonight. The goal of going out is primarily to find someone, not too unappealing, and have them rescue you into the night. As the level of alcohol in the blood increases ones judgment generally goes down, but then again who gives a shit, right? The mating ritual begins with coquet and as it has been established this is perhaps not my most developed skill, I simply step back and admire the live art being performed in front of me. This whole procedure tends to start on the dance floor, the girls dance and some guy will come along and start a conversation or heaven forbids even dance. If they manage to lead their prey on the show can begin, and if not, the next target is not far away. Other than the “usual” rituals there have also been instances of flirting around the jungle waterhole also known as the bar or sometimes even in the fire damaged parts of the forest also referred to as the smoking area. If these are the areas where one hunts for their prey it is generally a good idea to have something smart to say as the lack of defending music forces conversation. I have to say that observing these procedures fascinate me and as I stand in the corner looking like the annoying but lovable little squirrel thing from Madagascar with my eyes wide open, a smile escapes to my face.

/ C and edited by external consultant

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