I am extremely apathetic towards dancing.
Being a gay person, I am expected to like clubbing and dancing. It is almost blasphemy when I tell people I don't really know much about Paul Van Dyk. Fact is, I have never learned how to appreciate Trance or House, nor can I tell the difference between the two. Call me jaded but bouncing and shaking to a repetitive 8-beat is not called dancing. Ballet/Modern Dance is dancing.
Unluckily, in a sleepless city like Hong Kong, dancing seems to be the ultimate and only source of pleasure for the folks. Every dinner would lead to the magic words: 'Let's go to Lan Kwai Fong'. So I go there, sneak out after 10 minutes and run to the closest pub for a good pint. If the dancing crowd ever notice my absence and call I will just say 'oh hey yeah just sneaked out for a quick cig I will join you later', knowing that after 5 minutes they would forget and re-enter the grand pool of human flesh and body odor.
For me, I find pleasure in real interaction. Some nice conversation over a few good pints in a bar, things that actually help me know more about the people I am hanging out with. Whereas to my understanding, when people go dancing, they enter the pit, split up and wiggle their body to a repetitive beat. And if the mating ritual does not happen, they crawl through a massive stinking crowd to find their long-lost friends so they can share a cab home. Of course, for the sake of trying to be politically correct, I have to clarify it is just me.
But hey, I have recently found an Irish-Chinese buddy who loathes the activity just as much. When he says clubbing he means getting a table and drinking all the booze. He is pretty-looking too so I look less of a loser/buzzkill and more like a connoisseur of fine beer in company of a hot Irish.
Being a gay person, I am expected to like clubbing and dancing. It is almost blasphemy when I tell people I don't really know much about Paul Van Dyk. Fact is, I have never learned how to appreciate Trance or House, nor can I tell the difference between the two. Call me jaded but bouncing and shaking to a repetitive 8-beat is not called dancing. Ballet/Modern Dance is dancing.
Unluckily, in a sleepless city like Hong Kong, dancing seems to be the ultimate and only source of pleasure for the folks. Every dinner would lead to the magic words: 'Let's go to Lan Kwai Fong'. So I go there, sneak out after 10 minutes and run to the closest pub for a good pint. If the dancing crowd ever notice my absence and call I will just say 'oh hey yeah just sneaked out for a quick cig I will join you later', knowing that after 5 minutes they would forget and re-enter the grand pool of human flesh and body odor.
For me, I find pleasure in real interaction. Some nice conversation over a few good pints in a bar, things that actually help me know more about the people I am hanging out with. Whereas to my understanding, when people go dancing, they enter the pit, split up and wiggle their body to a repetitive beat. And if the mating ritual does not happen, they crawl through a massive stinking crowd to find their long-lost friends so they can share a cab home. Of course, for the sake of trying to be politically correct, I have to clarify it is just me.
But hey, I have recently found an Irish-Chinese buddy who loathes the activity just as much. When he says clubbing he means getting a table and drinking all the booze. He is pretty-looking too so I look less of a loser/buzzkill and more like a connoisseur of fine beer in company of a hot Irish.
