In the mid-1990s, when dance clubs were still a rarity in Washington, D.C., and the “adult entertainment” industry was still nascent, I had the privilege of attending the inaugural event of a dance club called the Midnight Club in Northwest D.A.R.S. The club opened its doors on January 6, 1996.
It was packed with teenagers, some of whom had just moved to the nation’s capital.
I attended the first of several dance clubs at the Midnight club on January 21, 1996, a few months after its opening.
I remember the mood and vibe that evening.
It felt like it was right in the middle of the summer, the perfect time for a late night dance party.
But, alas, it was not.
I was there for a birthday party for a friend who was graduating from high school and was looking for something to do during the summer.
We had just purchased a house in the Washington suburbs.
As we drove up to the house, a friend of mine was talking to me about how it was a good place to party.
“What are you looking for?”
“A dance club,” she replied.
“You know how they always have a dance?
Like they always come out to the club.”
I had a great feeling about this place, and I knew that I had to go.
So, I asked the barman what was available.
“Dance club,” he responded.
I knew I had found my dream spot.
“Are you sure?,” I asked him.
“I’m going to make you a birthday present,” he replied.
I told him I was ready to go for my first dance party ever, which he enthusiastically agreed to.
After I arrived at the house and started to party, my friend and I spent most of the night dancing and chatting.
Then, as we were drifting off to sleep, I heard the DJ’s booming bass.
Are you ready to get started?”
The music was coming from inside the house.
It seemed like a party was in the works.
“Well, who are you dancing with?”
I heard from the upstairs.
I asked what was going on and was told that we were dancing with a girl named Mimi.
I assumed it was some sort of birthday party.
As I began to wonder if I would be getting a birthday gift, I noticed that there was another girl in the house that looked a little different from the other girls.
I began asking questions.
“Mimi, how are you?”
I had been in a dance class before, and she had always looked like she had a good time.
“How about a dance?”
I was intrigued by this question, so I asked her about her experience.
She told me she was very into dance and enjoyed the parties that she could get into.
The next day, I decided to go up to her house and introduce myself.
She was very happy to meet me and we started dancing.
As Mimi was dancing, I began getting a little nervous.
She seemed a little hesitant about doing a dance and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so, I started making fun of her dance moves.
At one point, I was about to start dancing with her, but she was already taking off her shoes and putting them back on when I noticed her shoes were completely soaked.
“Ooh, Mimi, you look so pretty,” I teased.
She looked at me like I was the one who’d insulted her shoes.
“Sorry, I don’t know,” she said.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn- I don- I mean, you’ve got no shoes.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I don’t care.
I just think you look really hot,” I told her.
“Oh, no, no.
I’m fine,” she responded.
“So, do you want to go with me?”
I thought it would be fun to have her dance with me, but when she said no, I realized I had made a big mistake.
Let’s just go back to bed and rest up.”
“Okay, I understand.
What do you need?”
“Nothing,” Mimi said.
She then put her shoe back on.
As she walked out of the room, I got up and asked her if she was fine with dancing.
“Okay,” she nodded.
I felt like I had done something wrong, but it was too late.
I turned to my friend who’d just left to tell him that I would not be dancing with Mimi any longer.
I had no intention of dancing with my friends anymore.
Mimi and I danced at my house the next day.
The following day, my friends and I were all still there, but I was beginning to feel a bit out