last night, it was my second cousin's birthday. (her mom and my mom are first cousins)
we celebrated by going into a club.
the moment we step into the club, the place became different for me. it became the hunting ground.
us (me and my second cousins and a friend) were the predator.
and the boys...
the prey...
at first we celebrate the moment of hunting by a feast. (a pizza, french fries and beer)
we ate and we drink. we gossip. mostly about our prey. since i'm the most unexperienced one, i only listen.
and yeah they smoke some cigarrettes...
but i didn't!!!!
i was tempted!!! but i swear to God i didn't smoke one cigarrette!!!
and then we pratice the art of flirting.
since i was the unexperinced one i only wacthed at the side. observing the chemistry going on between a predator and it's prey.
a little smile. a little twinkle in the eyes.
but then....
the protector has come into the hunting ground!!! (it was my second cousin's older brother and he's kinda strict.)
the hunt has slowed down....
but it was okay. we went there for fun. and we did have some fun.
we danced like we were warriors doing a ceremonial number.
we danced in a circle.
our circle.
but then another group was in the hunting ground! (another second cousin who was very snooty. we didn't like her very much).
she didnt even say hi to us.
and so the battle has begun.
actually it was very funny. they were dancing very foolishly and we imitate them.
but we won in the end.
we got the moves. ( i may be fat but i know i can dance.)
after that we celebrated by dancing some more.
but then some people notices our group...
the predators became the prey.
there were boys dancing with us!
but wait a minute! where's our protector?
in the corner ignoring us.
so there it goes.
it's just me and the girls dancing. with a few boys dancing around us.
we didnt mind since the club was crowded. but there was one guy who keep dancing so close to us that we keep walking away from him.
but he still followed us! even if we already had taken our seat!
we got annoyed and it was getting late so we left the club.
the hunting ground.
did we catch any prey? i dont think so.
but we have so much fun.
it really fascinates me that in our times today the courtship between a male and a female can be compared to a hunting. whoever the predator or the prey is you always have to take a chance if you want to succeed.
i guess that's why i'm still loveless. i'm scared to take the chance.
oh well... i'll have my turn next time...
keep on blogging!!!
