I Miss Dancing

On Sunday, I have to clean my bathroom, so I put on some ol' hip-hop from the 2000's, and I dance like I'm up on stage next to a pole all the while wiping down the mirrors and counters. I miss dancing, I tell myself. In a few weeks, maybe during break, I'll go downtown during the weekend, and go to a club. I'll have a few drinks, and I'll find someone on the floor who interests me, and I'll fuck his brains out. And then I'll leave without giving my phone number. Maybe I'll even use my stagename.