The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

club for hotties, which there was an abundance of but he seemed immune to
their glances only having eyes for his bubbly wife.
Mona wasn’t upset about being spurned. Well maybe she was but she was
smiling, she was flirtatious and busied herself by rubbing up to anyone and
everyone. Kins got all flustered when she turned her attention to him for a song.
She ran her hands up her neck and flicked her hair over her head and pounced at
him like a cat. He fled to the safety of the toilets. She simply moved onto the
next guy. You had to admire her spirit and confidence.
The office girls came and went, Paweł and his better half left, well she dragged
him off and Monika continued dancing the same dance steps whatever song
came on. I didn’t know that it was possible to force a salsa dance into a Kings of
Leon bass line but she sure tried. I think that when I was swaying hopelessly out
of time a dawn of realization engulfed me; I could survive here. I didn’t need
the arseholes. I could surround myself with the good. I could insulate myself
and refrain from ending up like the sad barflies that I’d met.
I snaked across the black and white tiles, offered my hand to my lady and spun
her onto the dance floor. Even when she was pregnant she was more graceful
than I could ever hope to be but Kins was running a close second in the most
uncoordinated mess so I didn’t feel too bad. The night wore on and the crowd
thinned.