I think it was on a Friday night. We are in line and Keith points out two girls. One was blond the other redhead both were stunning. I listen to their conversation but I'm too awed to break in. Later, they were dancing with each other and I flat out couldn't take my eyes off the blond. She was a little under my height, moderate features, and very well proportioned. She was also energetic as hell. Just the type I lust after but consider unobtainable. Well, I'm watching her dance and my body says "Catch her eye and hold it." To my surprise, I did so. Now, I'm watching her and she's watching me watch her and I'm too chicken to get out on the floor with her. Suddenly, she dances over to me, reaches up, grabs my shirt, yanks my face into her face, and I almost go head over heels over the railing. She lets go then dances back. I'm flabbergasted and so is everyone around me. Keith comes over and we talk and watch the blond and her friend gives us a show. Well, the blond motions me onto the floor and I'm off like a scalded dog. We dance for a little while then she points to her shoulders so I put some more shoulder action into the dance. I must have been mighty stiff because she then says "Relax", reaches up and puts her hands on either side of my head and starts moving my head around. Yep, I became relaxed all right. My glasses started coming off so I moved her hands away. We dance for a couple more songs then she said "My name is Cathy. You are a very good dancer.", backed away, waved bye, and my audience with the disco queen was over. She was as married as the day is long.
I thought the complement was bullshit so I didn't take it well. However, as the night went on I noticed that she danced with me and one other guy and that was it. This femme had so many guys around her she was literally pushing them away. She chose me and one other. What a wonderful ego boost.
When something like this happens, I usually go into the cave and brood awhile. That's what I spent the rest of the night doing. The upshot of the speiliological excursion was that whenever any female complements you, even if you think it's garbage, thank her. At the time, my mind said that Cathy was not sincere and I reacted poorly. Did this hurt me? Probably. Was she sincere? I'll never know. But, Cathy didn't have to say anything and she did. Confidence is what is needed for discohopping and if believing Cathy was sincere gives me confidence then I'll believe.
P.S. The redhead was braless and here nipples were hard as rocks the whole time she was dancing. Keith thinks she's a pro.