10 Problems You'll Only Understand If You Date A DJ
8. To Dance Or Not To Dance?
In the beginning, dating a DJ was exciting. You were provided with free entry into the venues he was performing at, given free drinks on the house just by association, and was buttered up by all the staff in each club because you were his girlfriend - and that kind of made you royalty. You danced at every set he did, often taking a couple of friends with you because they got in free by association too. But weeks then months passed, and you spent a couple of nights just hanging around by his side while he did his thing, and some nights the girls didn't come out so you had no one to dance with anyway. And then one night you realised you hadn't danced to his set in ages, because actually, throwing shapes to the same old playlist every night for eight weekends on the trot looses it's novelty pretty quickly. You grew bored of drum and bass and EDM, and wished for some pop music. Why couldn't he mix a bit of Katy Perry or Lady Gaga into the mix? Eventually you gave up on dancing altogether; your BF wasn't watching you so you couldn't even do it to impress him, and it was tiring to give that much energy every night when all you wanted to do was go to bed.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).