I thought it would be fun in the airport line to try and guess who just came to Colorado for the pot, but I think most of the people were there for some football game.
Colorado used to represent a place for out-doorsy people. Now apparently it’s a place for out-doorsy potheads. I didn’t meet any though, or if I did they were hiding it well. True potheads will definitely tell you. That they like pot. Almost immediately.
anyways. The dancing was colossal. And many other adjectives. The men were sometimes too forward (less in deed than in word) but it’s fun to reject people and also good mental acrobatic training.. for instance. Is this dude worth letting down gently or is he basically a douche? Then there’s a continuum of rejection where I can either be really nice about, or totally blunt and rude. Ball’s in my court.
Dude: So what are my chances percentage-wise for you taking me home tonight?
Me: Well… On a scale of 1 to I-have-a-boyfriend, I’m about a ten. Meaning I have a boyfriend, and your chances are zero.
AND! AND! I had already told him that I was getting kind of creeped out by some of the blunt pick up lines that night. I told him I didn’t trust any of the men there and WHAT DOES HE ASK ME. FREAKING A.
Man. This is why I love my boyfriend. He would never have gone for these cheap lines. I don’t like men who think they’re smooth. Arrogance goes hand in hand with manipulation. I don’t have time for that.
Here is a video from the congress. This man is inspiring. Wish I would have filmed him speaking about dancing.
“What are you rehearsing for?” Get out there and dance.