On those random nights where I don't want to stay home (okay, well... let's face it, that's almost every night), I'd find myself at places like The Matrix on Fillmore in San Francisco. There would be no Timba played and no Casino dancers, but whatever; I just wanted to be out and have a good time.
I was minding my own business along the perimeter of the dance floor when a woman came up to me and asked me to dance. I smiled, nodded, and stepped out onto the floor with her.
It soon became very obvious that she'd had one too many drinks, as she decided to keep herself from falling down by rubbing up on me as much as possible. Now normally, any red-blooded male wouldn't say "no" this; but when the person doing this to you is about to fall over, it's not really very exciting. I was a little dumbfounded, but smiled, gently pushed her away, and tried to keep her at a safe distance.
After what seemed like 15 minutes of this, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Looking over, it was another guy asking if he could cut in. I "begrudgingly" nodded and walked away.
As soon as I stepped off the dance floor, another guy approached me. "Thank you for being a gentleman. The guy cut who cut in is my friend, and that girl is my sister."