I'm in the mood for dancing...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if straight men can't find a lady friend to dance with then they will just grind up against each other...say what now??!  But it's true - or so it was in Loop Bar on saturday night this week.  This is not the classiest establishments anyway, basically just two huge levels of cramped dance floors, expensive drinks and bad music, much as I imagined it to be when my friend told me she would be celebrating her birthday there.  But the man on man action I really wasn't prepared for.  Seriously, give boys a little bit of alcohol and they sure can get friendly.  With each other.  All very bizarre.  But kindly some of them didn't leave us girls out, and even though we are all platonic friends they didnt have a problem with rubbing themselves up against us when we were least expecting it.  All well and good when you've been making eyes at a guy across the room all night, but when it's just your friend...? At one point in the strange night my friend came over to me and she whispered (or shouted, as it were, over the deafening music) "Ugh, I felt his whole anatomy!" I think that might have been the highlight of my evening.