jivecat
28th-June-2004, 04:01 PM
Most times it seems to me that if you want to dance, you need to ask. No good just waiting, a lot of the time the change of partner at the end of a track happens
quickly and if you're not active you won't get a dance. I guess this is more so when there are lots of ladies, but anyway I think guys like to be asked as much as girls do.
At our venue there are almost always more women than men, so I don't see how the problem of men being in demand can be avoided. If you sit at the side looking demure all evening, waiting to be asked, you are going to end up wasting your extortionate £7 entrance fee! My idea of a blissful ceroc evening is when I get asked most of the time, because then I don't have to worry about whether the guy is just agreeing to be polite (although a few dispense with that courtesy). I had a night like this at Coventry last Saturday- thanks everyone.
I don't mind if I do have to ask (it cuts both ways) but I have a sort of mental hierarchy of how I go about it.
1. Start of the evening. Anyone with legs that happens to standing nearby.
2. Regular partners that often ask me. Salt of the earth, thanks, fellas.
3. A beginner or someone who looks like they might like someone to ask them.
4. Mid evening. Search out friends/people I haven't seen for a while/old faves.
5. Late evening. Personal improvement time. Find a dance god and dance with him quick before I fall over with exhaustion. It might not be a pleasant experience for him (or me) but needs to be done in the interests of expanding my dance repertoire. Sorry, fellas.
6. Anyone else that looks like they might be fun to dance with, or a revisit of earlier fun partners.
I've had miserable evenings where I've not felt confident to get up and ask, and have sat at the edge feeling like a wallflower, but this hardly ever happens now, so I think persistence must pay off.
I'm completely amazed by all these stories of guys getting turned down. Gus?? Did he say that? But doesn't he fall into category 5 (see above)? But it's also kind of reassuring. Turn up at Leicester on one of those nights when there's 15 spare ladies, chaps, and you would need a ten ton truck to carry your ego home in. More Rapacious Row than Refusal Row!
Totally off topic and that's half the afternoon gone.
quickly and if you're not active you won't get a dance. I guess this is more so when there are lots of ladies, but anyway I think guys like to be asked as much as girls do.
At our venue there are almost always more women than men, so I don't see how the problem of men being in demand can be avoided. If you sit at the side looking demure all evening, waiting to be asked, you are going to end up wasting your extortionate £7 entrance fee! My idea of a blissful ceroc evening is when I get asked most of the time, because then I don't have to worry about whether the guy is just agreeing to be polite (although a few dispense with that courtesy). I had a night like this at Coventry last Saturday- thanks everyone.
I don't mind if I do have to ask (it cuts both ways) but I have a sort of mental hierarchy of how I go about it.
1. Start of the evening. Anyone with legs that happens to standing nearby.
2. Regular partners that often ask me. Salt of the earth, thanks, fellas.
3. A beginner or someone who looks like they might like someone to ask them.
4. Mid evening. Search out friends/people I haven't seen for a while/old faves.
5. Late evening. Personal improvement time. Find a dance god and dance with him quick before I fall over with exhaustion. It might not be a pleasant experience for him (or me) but needs to be done in the interests of expanding my dance repertoire. Sorry, fellas.
6. Anyone else that looks like they might be fun to dance with, or a revisit of earlier fun partners.
I've had miserable evenings where I've not felt confident to get up and ask, and have sat at the edge feeling like a wallflower, but this hardly ever happens now, so I think persistence must pay off.
I'm completely amazed by all these stories of guys getting turned down. Gus?? Did he say that? But doesn't he fall into category 5 (see above)? But it's also kind of reassuring. Turn up at Leicester on one of those nights when there's 15 spare ladies, chaps, and you would need a ten ton truck to carry your ego home in. More Rapacious Row than Refusal Row!
Totally off topic and that's half the afternoon gone.