Typical.

you're alone on a dancefloor well not entirely alone your friends were here but now they're not or some of them are around somewhere and he smiles at you and you don't know what to do you shouldn't smile back but you do and then it starts he's holding your hands between his and you dance together for the better part of an hour slow and fast and you fall over as he spins you around and you laugh together and drink together and you think why oh why am I having another when I can barely stand and when you're dropping the glass the drink came out of and smashing it and the glassie is angry at you and then the lights come on and you kiss against the bar and faint disgust sets in it's all so sordid suddenly disgustingly distasteful and you're saying yes yes come back to mine to finish this conversation that is so good what are we talking about again it doesn't matter and you're on the street because you've been thrown out it's so late it's five okay that's not that late then and there's no taxis of course of course why do we need a taxi of course of course let's just walk hand in hand and it will be beautiful then before you know it you're home and in bed and you can't sleep with a stranger in the same bed as you so you go hunting for sympathy and crawl into your housemates bed and he asks why do you do this everytime why do you bring boys home and go sleep elsewhere you say it's a bit like sleeping in your parents bed when you were a scared kid it's sad you know but you have to just get away from it all sometimes