Today, I’m going to tell you a story about Nancy.
Nancy was recently divorced. She sold here house, moved to a new town and got a jump start at a new company with a promotion in her field. She was really excited about the position, but still stinging emotionally after the divorce. She had been angry and frustrated throughout much of her marriage because her husband was cold and distant and largely didn’t concern himself much with her needs in the relationship.
Still emotionally ripped up, Nancy wanted desperately to find someone who would accept her and give her what she thought she needed. At work she had made a few friends with her co-workers who invited her out one night to meet other people and get to know the new town she was living in. The group decided to take Nancy to all the swinging happening spots in town, so it was decided… the girls were going to go night clubbing. They took her under their wings and decided to just go nuts.
Well, Nancy hadn’t been to a night club in ten years, not since she got married. She was really nervous. She wasn’t much of a drinker either. She didn’t really know any of the music or dances and wasn’t sure if she’d “fit in”. All week long she was secretly stressed out about whether or not she’d let her new friends down.
The night of the big girl’s night comes and she is frantic. She changes clothes about ten times, changes her make four times, and cannot decide what to do with her hair. She felt completely out of touch. She decides to go simple with everything. Simple black outfit, simple straight hair, and simple makeup.
At the first nightclub she doe the best she can to go unnoticed. She gets put into the center of a big booth with all her new friends crowding around her. It’s chaos. She smiles nervously but can’t seem to really get into the groove. She’s outside herself. She glances around at the growing group of women and smiles as introductions are made and shakes hands, swapping compliments and sharing stories. There was one woman in particular that caught Nancy’s eye. She seemed mysterious, sort of aloof but smiling and nodding and laughing, having a great time.
Desperately seeking some attention, but equally afraid to draw too much attention to herself. The mysterious woman told Nancy her name was Jane and then asks her to dance. Nancy at first shakes her head, but everyone chimes in to get Nancy to go out with them. Eventually she gets her nerve up to head onto the dance floor. After a first few tentative steps, Jane grabs Nancy and shows her how to move her body. Laughing together they start having a ton of fun. Nancy and Jane are dancing in the middle of this large group of women and having a ball… Then, nancy begins to notice something strange.
The single men had started to come towards their group and started cutting in, taking each one of her new friends away to dance. Eventually she’s dancing alone with Jane. She takes a sidelong glance and notices a somewhat interested guy who’s watching her. He took her glance as a come-on and stumbles over himself, a little drunk lets say. He leers at her, and before she knows what’s happening he grabs her around the waist and starts just grinding on her. She doesn’t know what to do. Nancy’s at a complete loss for words. Shock wears off and She finally disentangles her from the drunk guy and storms off the dance floor.
A few of her friends come together after the song ends and swaps gossip about the different idiot guys that pulled them away to dance.
Complaining about how the men acted how they didn’t know anything how they didn’t seem to be able to communicate without stumbling over themselves. Nancy started voicing her own frustration as well, which the women saw as a go ahead to turn it up a notch. Suddenly they all chimed in making remarks abo...