So I've been going to Babys All right in williamsburg, brooklyn, to literally dance my week away. Last night was no different, got off work really late, got home to smoke, clean up, etc.

But then I meditated. It felt serene, and all the questions I had wether or not I should go out, disappeared. I was in a full state of mind, got to the train, and guess what arrived as I walked into the station? Oh yeah.

Fast forward. I'm walking up to the venue pretty quickly (outkast night, small venue, plus I'm pumping some tunes) when I startle an older black man who thought I was going to attack him. We talked about where the party at. Consider him my first opener, we walked to the club and I went inside. Social proof, check.

Went to the door, paid my 10 and the girls got in free, took shots of tequila, headed into the party.

And then I saw her standing there with long legs and jet blak hair, she had a choker resting bare on her porcelain neck and I locked eyes with her till we were staring.

And I blinked out. I left. I didn't initiate. Because I was here to have FUN. So I made fun of the girl I would eventually take home to a younger black couple, saying "wow look at the way we're dancing like we're in middle school over here" to which they laugh and introduce themselves,

I say "hey I'm muddymudd but excuse me I'm gonna go teach those girls how to dance" and they cackled.

I get to the floor, dance dance dance, girls Are everywhere, moving closer to the single guy they infer is gay because he is comfortable with dancing alone.

Maria starts to dance with me, fun girl, but her boyfriend was there to make sure I didn't get crazy even though it was all footwork. Untroubled myself by introducing myself and we all had a good time. Social proof!!

And then I needed a drink. Guess who's at the bar? Legs. She orders something, I order a whiskey coke, turn to talk to her, and like a movie she was gone.

Strike two.

I go back out to dance and hey big surprise there she is.

We lock eyes and this time I smile and laugh. She does too. I make my way over as she starts to gesture me over but I CAN'T HEAR SHIT.

Protip to all you non-smokers: bring a joint or a cig or a lighter. Because I'm trying to dance with her, she's trying to talk, and I didn't want to let her get away. What do I do? Put two fingers to my mouth and mime "Smoke?"

Nods her head. Score.

We go outside, procure some matches from a guy, I light her Schmig, my joint. We talk about her friends, her life, blink 182, and she's getting closer and closer throwing major IOI that she wants to kiss me so I go for it in front of everyone smoking and it worked. Sloppy, but it worked because it showed I can take control.

Enter friend: she's told me all about her friend by the time she arrives. "Oh your cool friend with the pink romper and the cute dance moves?" (The word romper was the most important word, and it caught her attention).

"Hi grace!" I say as she casually checks on her friend. Offer her my joint and she takes a bit. Grace wants to leave, legs wants to stay. We decide to go n and dance. So grace leaves a bit later, legs and I dance a bit more,

And she's grabbing my pants. My pockets. My hair. My everything. Time to go.

"Do you want to get out of here" "Are you through dancing?" Says legs "No, we're still going dancing after this." "Where?" "Bushwick or prospect heights" (our places)

We go outside, look, there's a cab. She brings me to her place, meet her cat, get in her room. She's a little scatter brained so I take control of her trying to tidy up, and kiss her.

Rest is history.

Woke up this morning and she was so much hotter than I initially realized.

We both talked about how we didn't feel this was "normal," she wasn't expecting to go out, dance, meet me. I wasn't expecting her either. But I knew when I saw her that this was a person I was supposed to influence in a good way. Hopefully I'll see her again, if not, we had good conversation and I don't think she'll be moving around much today.

Nice guys do finish, boys. Just be confident.