Fertile spaces: Is it ever OK to pull on the dancefloor?

Going out with an open mind, hope in your heart and rubbers in your pocket is one of life’s great joys. It’s the unexpectedness of it, the possible romance: you’re literally strangers, until you’re not, because you’ve shared sweat and coitus and maybe the odd STI. I met my ex-boyfriend while listening to Omar S in the club, and it was pretty special for a while, even if I don’t like to listen to Omar S now.

Clubs are magic, fertile spaces, adventure playgrounds for adults who probably should know better, but choose not to. I like the randomness of a connection made on a dancefloor. It’s a good story to tell your grandchildren (or your doctor, depending on how the romance pans out. No judgement!)

As a society, we’re becoming disconnected from each other. We live in little silos, reinforcing whatever social media echo chamber we currently live in. The mainstream media wants us to believe that young people aren’t going out anymore, nightclubs are closing at an alarming rate and the ones that remain are struggling to stay open. But there’s something to be said for the salty, sweaty euphoria of pulling someone on a dancefloor as the bass reverbs and endorphins spark in your brain. They say the couple that clubs together, stays together — so what better way to be sure you’re well suited than meeting in the club?

Sirin Kale is Staff Writer at Broadly and a regular contributor to Mixmag. Follow her on Twitter