Nadine
Knows
So you’re all jazzed
up, decked out, and smell deliciously good. You casually strut into the club,
pause a moment, and check out the scene. Then you let them check you out.
Saunter over to the bar, and order your usual drink, while you peruse the
crowd. Tip the bartender, take a sip of your drink and let the flavor coat your
taste buds. Ahhhh, let the night begin.
You scope
out a part of the club, which you’ll use as your personal Home Base. *You*
know. . .
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It’s where you put
your stuff down;
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Where you leave your
drink to go dance;
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Where you
retreat when you get rejected for a dance -
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It’s good
ol’ Home Base.
You see someone who
you know will dance with you. Greetings, hugs, and kisses are exchanged. The
dancing begins. All smiles, the song ends, and you thank your partner for the
dance. Then you float back to home base, thinking about what a great dance that
was, and wondering if the next one will be as fun…