So this is by far one of my favorite events to attend. If your looking for me on the 2nd or 4th Saturday of the month best place to look for me is Brixtons on Sparks. So many multitude of stories of my adventures at a soulselecta event. But the one I will tell is the funniest one that comes to the top of my head. I shall call this story The Can't Dancer. TCD
So to me, going out to soulselecta means I'm going out to dance, Now this doesn't mean I'm going out to grind up on someone. Nope It means I'm going to Jam out with my yam out. Which means for your own sake steer clear of my potential path of flailing. Your bound to get hit or something unintentionally.
So this story is about a girl that could not dance if her life depended on it.
Might be able to find her on FB....
First time of the night that I hit the dancefloor she came over to say hi and decided to grind up on me preventing me from doing what I'm at soulselecta for. DANCE. I will openly admit I am not the best person when it comes to having strategies on how to tell someone I'm not interested. Well on this night I would book it like a bat out of hell. I mean not just leave the dancefloor but leave the venue or the opposite way and into the bathroom. I wouldn't write a story about an occasion of this only happening once cause i mean if you don't know any better that's cool yo.
So this is what ended up happening all night. I'm there to dance but I can't cause all I'm doing is running away. Just to clarify I most certainly wasn't the only person she would try this "MOVE" on she didn't it to anyone male dancing. Finally I guess when she ran out of steam from all the grindage she sat upon the speakers. This is the one time of the night a comment made me laugh about the situation. Krickette said: Look Griff she's grinded up on everything now, Even the bassbin!
So most of my stories are quite bastardly but in the end they are hilarious and sometimes even have a hint of morals to them. That's right don't get up on when I got my dance on.
