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Sunday, 2 August 2009 at 02:12

The last time I went to a



Even though I did initially wonder what they would think of a 46 year old bopping the night away amongst a load of 20 year olds, I thought it was great fun!

It was Harry's in Slough and all types of music - a decade per hour (from 30s onwards) - were blasted out all night. Everyone and all ages, sizes and shapes were there, strutting their stuff, bopping crazily with no rhythm at all, showing off their flexibility in limbo dancing beneath a human pole of arms, breakdancing and even (heaven forbid) tea-dancing. It was so much fun. And I remember it all because I was never drunk! Water, all night. Even though people used to beg me to drink an alcoholic drink, I never succumbed and it never affected the fun I had. People used to think I was drunk - but I was drunk on the atmosphere.

Last night, I went to



with a friend who had invited me along to celebrate her friend's 26th birthday. She was beautiful - fun and so very welcoming. The friends who joined her were great too. Honour was among them. The girls were not after getting a quick hickie from the



or an easy lay - and the chaps acted in their protective way whenever a letch wandered their way.

So, as I watched the evening unfold before me - plastic glass of water in hand I wondered what had changed. Why does everyone think of these palaces of fun as pick-up places where sexual diseases are spread and hearts are broken through mis-communication - or even non-communication?



In all the years that have passed between Harry's and Inferno, I saw that nothing had changed. People still just wanted to have fun. Still just searching - for someone to hold. Still just wanting to be a part of something that gave them a thrill that may last a minute, a night or a lifetime ...

And I saw how difficult it was for men. How they floundered when they attempted to approach a woman. They looked, they moved closer, then they scotted away. I saw their vulnerabilities. I saw why they use these places as an 'easy pick up' (which in my mind, it isn't). I saw how much effort they put into grabbing a girl, moving in front of her and waiting for her 'approval'. Madonna says "We've only got 4 minutes" ... it took a fraction of that time for a girl to dismissively walk away from his effort at the mating dance.

It was fun last night. It wasn't a cattle market. In cattle markets, the cows herded into a confined area, stressed and confused, where they can be prodded, poked and priced - then bought and sold. In a night club, girls and boys enter a wide arena and drink to ease any nervous tension they might feel before the hunt begins.

Most of the guys and girls there simply want to have a good time - they want to laugh, they want to move their bodies to music, they want to be told they look great and are fantastic ... they don't necessarily want sex at the end of it.

Oh, and this 46 year old has still got "it" - I managed to get four dances with chaps who did not force themselves upon me, but chatted casually, danced with me. Needless to say, they were all very drunk and I declined to hand my number out!

kaye x