Last night was absolutely perfect.
I made plans to go dancing with friends but in the end, none of them could come. I even begged Paige to join me, to no avail.
I was far too excited about my new contract to stay inside on a Friday night, so I got ready and ventured out on my own, arriving at my new favourite club (as of last week), Kampai, happy as can be.
When I first moved to Montreal, I went to clubs all the time on my own because I didn’t have friends yet so I just made new ones each time I went out. A girl's gotta dance!
I felt completely comfortable being solo in this city at night, but after a while I grew very uncomfortable with the way men acted towards me in the club as a solo hottie, and I stopped going dancing on my own by the end of the summer.
It wasn’t worth the discomfort of enduring inappropriate behaviour. I didn’t feel free to dance or to relax while dancing. I didn't have a buffer. I always had to have my guard up and it was not pleasant.
But last night my joy led me back to Kampai, a place that Christen and I stumbled upon at 2am last Friday on our way back to our hotel for during my kickass birthday celebration. I heard an amazing song playing, got very excited, and they let us in despite the late hour since clubs don’t close until 3am in Montreal.
I spent that final hour basically having my Spotify playlist playing in the club, and within minutes of being on the dance floor, I met and danced with a lovely fellow whose body was singing the same song as mine.
It was sensual and beautiful and tender, and that was the first time I’ve danced with a man in Montreal the way I used to dance with men back home.
That’s what made me love Kampai 🖤
It felt as safe and good as it did at the clubs back home. I could relax and enjoy myself without being harassed. I could dance without fear of being touched inappropriately. It was heavenly.
And last night was even more special.
A gorgeous and incredibly tall man walked to the dance floor with his friends and positioned himself in such a way that his back was against one of the dividers but still overlooking the dance floor. He didn’t move from that spot while the others ventured out, and I found his demeanour very comforting.
I eventually positioned myself next to him. I felt he could be my protector of sorts. This complete stranger, unbeknownst to him, could be my body guard while his height and good looks could potentially ward off men while I danced freely.
So I danced and smiled and responded kindly to those who approached me, declined gently since I really was only there to dance with myself that night, and then I danced some more.
In time, my bodyguard leaned over to tell me that he’s noticed a lot of men checking me out but not approaching me to dance, and he thinks they might assume that he’s my boyfriend.
I smiled and told home that was the plan, and that I had already told three men that he was in fact my boyfriend. Five by the end of the night.
He found this quite amusing, said he likes having a purpose for the night, and remained stationed as my gorgeous boyfriend the entire time. We continued to converse, make jokes, and he made no moves which felt incredible.
I’m not sure what things were like on his end, but it felt to me that he respected the fact that I was there on my own and wanted shelter so that I could remain dancing on my own, and that’s what he provided. Happily, I might add.
We danced beside one another, we got to know one another, we talked about male/female dynamics especially at a club, and song after song after song, neither of us veered from our spot on the edge of the dance floor.
His friends came and went, random men came and went, and there we both stayed just enjoying one another’s company.
When the lights went on I thanked him for being my boyfriend for the night and left to grab my jacket that I had put in a secret place near where I was dancing. But less than five minutes later, we ended up right beside each other in the coatcheck area that was packed and I couldn’t even get to the exit for a good 10 minutes.
So we chatted some more and it was lovely and so is he and man was he beautiful.
He had given his ticket to his friends to grab his jacket and he waited at the side near the exit and I asked if he’d like me to wait with him. He said yes and I was in la la land by this point because of our fun and engaging conversation, but within minutes the security guard told me I couldn’t remain indoors if I already had my jacket so I simply said, “Bonne soirée”, to this bel homme (he was French), and I left the building.
The whole way home I was floating on a cloud because I finally had the type of experience at a Montreal club that I deserve. Real, comfortable, safe, pure and fun. Nothing threatening or inappropriate.
As it should always be.
And I then I realized I didn’t even get the name of this beautiful stranger who enhanced my whole night, but maybe one day we’ll cross paths again and continue our lovely conversation that was made even better by his smile.
With love and an overflowing cup,
FYI: I took both images at Kampai, and the Edith Piaf song reference in lights was a treat! I only started listening to her in Montreal.
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