I used to go dancing at this alternative club in the 90s. It was back when college music was still a bit obscure, so alternative nights were the only time I got to hear anything off the beaten path. I'd show up about 10, toss back a few Maker's and cokes, and dance for the next four hours. This was not social dancing, it was aerobic activity. I didn't dance with anyone, I just claimed a space on the dance floor and let what was in, out. About one am, I was usually dripping sweat, and me and my friends were all the same way about this.

One night, this girl comes up while I'm dancing and sorta gets in my personal space. She's smiling at me, so I dance with her for a little. I ask her name and she just stays silent. I tell her mine, and she stays silent. I laugh and tell her I don't usually dance with anyone, and she stays silent. Finally, I kinda laugh and excuse myself. I go chat with some friends, and a little later she grabs me and drags me back onto the floor. I laugh a bit, and try to engage her in conversation again. She stays silent the entire time. Finally I look at her and say, "Look, you're a beautiful girl and all, but I don't dance this way with ANYONE, and since you aren't talking to me, I'm gonna move on." She looks at me and says, "What? are you gay?"

That's it... that's the first thing she said to me. Yeah, that flew well.