This club is atypical: incense burned, a few young men wore orange batik skirts, old ladies danced like maniacs, they served green tea and honey lager and the DJ fluctuated between mambo and techno music. As far as dancing goes, what I lack in suave dance moves, I make up for with enthusiasm. It wasn't too crowded on the floor, so it was easy to flail about without crashing into other people.

At one point, one of the men in skirts grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out onto the floor. After he danced circles around me, he then put his hand on my shoulder and kissed me gently on the back. Given that he was wrapping himself around other females in the club and did nothing more for the rest of the night, I don't think he had any intentions.

I remember a time when things like that just never happened to me.