You should post more, we see too many of the same faces (I don't mean that in a literal sense, don't chance your avatar Lee

).
You already won, keep shaving your head

. And I'm officially casting you in "
THE ADVENTURES OF EMERSON IN NYC", so I guess you can say that you've been 'cast'

.
That reminds me, I have a new Chapter to add:
THE ADVENTURES OF EMERSON IN NYC
Chapter 7
I went to Splash again on Thursday. But that's a given, Splash is my Thursday night club. I got there at 11:59 to avoid the cover, but to miss the extremely dumb contest in which icky college boys compete to earn $200. By coming at 11:59 I allowed myself to go straight to the dance floor.
I've gotten a lot of confidence since moving to NYC. If I want to dance with a guy, I go dance near him, inch closer, and I almost end up dancing with him 99% of the time. Splash annoys me though, the guys are either too young (~23 and younger) or too old (~40+) for my tastes, for the most part. I only found one guy on the dance floor that I was attracted to, he was really short (which I find to be adorable, even though I prefer guys to be big, 6'+ guys are hot) - like 5'5". But he was dancing with another guy, so I just went over to that general area. I ended up dancing with his friend, who was good looking, but very young. He was a good dancer, Hispanic, and he sang along to "La Tortura" (Shakira), which was really cool.
I did a lot of 'train' dancing tonight. Where 3-5 guys dance in one big line. I don't really like doing that as much as dancing with one guy, but it was still fun. So all of us ended up in a line. I was getting bored with them though, the whole line thing just wasn't appealing to me anymore. Oh, and I should say that one of the guys in the line kept grabbing my hands and running them over his pubic region. He was... excited to be dancing. I did not want to give him the impression that I wanted to rub his schlong, so I left that group of dancing fools.
So I went to another section of the dance floor and started dancing alone. I was eyeing a cute guy in a black t-shirt, hoping that he'd inch over to me while we danced, but a creepy older guy behind me started dancing with me. I didn't even realize that he was behind me until he was on top of me. He was not one of the older guys who takes care of their physical appearance, and he wasn't very polite about touching me. I won't pretty it up - he shoved his hands in my pants and grabbed my penis. I did not appreciate this, so I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands out of my pants. He moved them back in. We played this 'game' for a minute or two. I saw the guy who I had been eyeing (the one in the black shirt) watching me, slightly amused. He ended up coming and getting in front of me and dancing with us (damnit, another train dancing thing

). But then that guy left, and something really odd happened. A young guy who appeared to be my age came up to me and said "you are cute, but not as cute as me", and I just said "okay....", and he kept talking to me, talking about how he usually doesn't dance. I took him by the shoulders, and put him in front of the creepy old guy, and escaped as he was saying "where are you putting me?". They were both creepy, I'm sure they liked each other.
So, I was once again alone, dancing. However, by dancing with the one creepy guy, I think that was the green light for all the creepy guys in the club, because they were flocking to me, and not in a pleasant way. I decided that I'd go downstairs, sit down and take a rest, and see if 5 minutes would get me anywhere. It worked! When I went back upstairs, none of the guys were approaching me. I made a quick circle around the dance floor, scouting out a good place to dance/a good guy to dance with. A cute guy smiled at me, I smiled back, and we ended up dancing (if only it worked that way on the street

). He was a pretty good dancer, I had a lot of fun. He asked me if he could buy me a drink, and he bought me a water

. I am incredibly appreciative when guys buy me drinks in clubs, it is such a nice thing to do, and I get very thirsty when I'm in clubs. We talk a little while. I get his name, he gets mine, I learn that he is in NYC for just a little while, as a vacation. We dance some more. Here the dancing goes from standard to a more close, sensual style. But it was very innocent. We dance floor cuddled

(like I did with the guy from Splash last week). I was enjoying myself, and then he asked me if I wanted to go back to his hotel

, and I said "how about you walk me back to my dorm instead". He agreed.
So, we exit the club, and we talk as we walk back to my dorm which is a mere two blocks away. He was really nice, and he had an adorable lisp. Not the stereotypical 'gay lisp', but a genuine "I can't say s's lisp" which turned me off, but I thought it was adorable. He was pretty shy, and believe it or not, so am I (off the dancefloor, at least). So, our two block conversation was chock full of awkward silences and general awkwardness. I really didn't feel a mental connection with him. We couldn't find anything to talk about. But he seemed very nice and I enjoyed dancing with him, so I got his number and told him that I would call him on Sunday and that we'd go dancing again (Sunday nights are Avalon nights - exciting).
I kind of regret doing that though, because I know that Sunday night will be full of awkward moments. I don't want a relationship with him. I'm going to be very picky about my first romantic relationship, I want to do it right. So I'm afraid that I'm leading him in the wrong direction by inviting him to go dancing with me at Avalon. I don't think he was that wild about me, either, though, so I think all I'll have to do is dance with another guy at Avalon when we get there to send him the message of "I just want to be buddies". It's still going to be awkward.
But only time will tell how are second meeting turns out, so I guess that will be Chapter 8. Probably not, actually. I'll be going out on Saturday night, so I'll probably have a story for that too.
_Emerson