Few venues offer better people-watching opportunities than a disco-type establishment at a hotel. Inevitably, you seem to find a somewhat obvious older guy, probably married, who is out on the prowl, needy and desperate and creepy all at the same time.
So it was tonight, as I sat back and drank a few beers and watch an older guy haunt the dance floor and creep out most of the younger women who just wanted to bounce to the Black-Eyed Peas or latest Jay-Z tune (or whatever else gets people on the dance floor these days). Most of the women seem to have a pretty good creep sense, however, and they stay as far away as possible.
One other observation from a few hours of checking things out a dance venue? Most guys can’t dance, and shouldn’t try.