We had a list of bars that the front-desk staff had given us, and the taxi driver took us to the main area on the Marina where the majority of the bars were. The taxi journey lasted about an hour, and Laura and I were our usual polite-selves chatting away to the driver about everything from Samoan funerals to Mormon Missionaries and religion in Samoa. Oh, that poor driver had no idea what was going to hit him in just a few hours…
It was just a short walk down the road, and we were already pretty drunk. At this bar they served a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea for just £10, and as I watched them make it I was horrified/impressed that it was all alcohol, with a tiny amount of lemonade at the end. The DJ was playing some amaze tunes, so Laura and I were happily dancing away when a couple of guys approached us. They seemed nice and we politely chatted to them, but we’ve always been taught by our mothers not to talk to random men when in other countries, so we made our excuses and left to walk up to the nightclub.
And then we got to the nightclub. We walked in and it felt like a student nightclub anywhere in England really, except there was a pole in the middle of the dancefloor. It was pretty quiet but soon got busier, and we made friends with a group of Samoans, and a group of New Zealanders. Well. I think we made friends with them. It was probably more a case of us drunkenly talking to them while they looked at us wondering who on earth we were?
And then we moved away from the crowd and started making out in the corner by the DJ booth, and after a while I asked him if he was from Samoa and what he did. He says “Yeh, I’m a fire dancer”. I laughed and said “Yeh right, ok…” assuming it was an awful pick up line. LOL. As I found out the next night, it defo was not a pick up line.
It was about 1am at this time and the club was about to close, so Laura and I found the guys with my handbag and flip flops (yes, I had been dancing barefoot. My flip-flops had been impairing my dancing abilities. Plz don’t judge), and I was pleasantly surprised to find they still had them and nothing at all had gone missing from my bag. We stumbled outside and the dancer followed, grabbing my arm and asking for my number. We exchanged numbers and then he walked us to our taxi, where he literally pushed me against it and kissed me while Laura shouted at me from inside the car “LET GO OF HIM AND GET IN THE TAXI!”.
There he was, the guy from the bar the previous night, dancing on the stage in a traditional Samoan outfit and not really wearing a lot. Laura nudged me again, “If he recognises you, are you gonna let him kiss you again?”, my mouth was still hanging open, and I shot back “Are you looking at the same body I am? Of course I am!”.
After the dance he went round the audience saying hi to the guests, and then walked straight up to me and threw his sweaty arms around me and asked if I recognised him. Erm, how could I not?! Laura chatted to his fire dancing friends and it turns out that ALL of them were at the club the previous night and they recognised us as soon as they all got on the stage!
Obviously I ended up in the bushes kissing this sweaty fire dancer who was wearing nothing but a piece of cloth and some leaves. Eventually I told him I had to go back to the table because HELLO! the PR lady was waiting for me, awks. We chatted for a bit and he asked when he could see me again and I was like “I’m literally leaving in a few hours to get my plane home”, which was a shame because he actually seemed like a really nice guy!
We walked out from behind the bushes into full view of the open restaurant (oops), and after one last kiss he walked off to join his friends while I walked into the restaurant absolutely covered in his sweat. Like I actually looked like I’d just gone for a swim. Laura was at the table and as I sat down the PR lady said “I came to find you, but you were in the bushes with the fire dancer so thought I’d leave you to it” CRINGE. SO AWKS. OMFG. HUMILIATED.
Literally the most unprofessional I have EVER been. She was really lovely though and laughed about it, and I explained that we actually knew them from the night before and had NEVER expected to ever see them again, let alone at our hotel! I mean, WHAT ARE THE CHANCES!? She was amazing about it and even sent me the photo she took of us on stage with them.
Seriously though, what are the actual chances?! I totally thought he was just using the ‘fire dancer’ thing as a pick-up line, I never thought he would be an ACTUAL fire dancer! So yeh, that’s my Dirty Dancing story, and the first and last time I will ever give you an uncensored story on the blog hahaha.
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