I started going to the clubs because of the music. However, since I am a horrible liar, I must admit that part of me hoped that I could find love, or at least a date, on the dancefloor. I couldn't have worse luck in the clubs than at school, right?
Maybe some girls, perhaps even some of my friends, have had success in the club dating department. Not me. For the most part, the guys I thought were hot were either gay or musicians. Oddly enough, I had better luck with the former. ("Oh, Liz, it's your birthday and no one has kissed you? I'll fix that.")
Then there were the guys who actually showed some interest in me. I would rather spend six month stretches of crying myself to sleep over an unrequited love than waste half a conversation with any of these douchebags. Here are some of the highlights.

• The guy who looked like Long Duck Dong's European-American counterpart, who hit on Estelle and then approached me with the line, "So, since your friend won't talk to me, I guess it's your turn."
  
• The guy whose invitation for a date I accepted only because the pity party in my head grew so loud that I couldn't say no. He hung out in my dorm, spent the whole night talking about his ex-girlfriend, didn't even take me anywhere and actually had the audacity to think that I might put out.
• The slew of guys who claim that they're "feminists" because they love Sleater-Kinney and, because of this, refuse to ever hold a door open (even when you are holding something like, for example, a record crate), pay for a date or do anything else that might be considered polite because they "believe in equality." Really, it's just because they are cheap and rude.
• The guy who tried to look up my skirt and then, after I kicked him, tried to give me a dollar for it.
• The guy who said, "How 'bout you take me back to my hotel and we fuck." Seriously, this guy didn't even say, "Hi, how are you? My name is..."
• The guy with orange Dallas Raines sort of skin who wrote some book and, when I lied and told him that I had a boyfriend, said "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind if you go home with a quasi-celebrity."

I ended up meeting my boyfriend at the college radio station. We went to school together, but because of our common interest, there was also a club connection. This too can pose problems, particularly when you breakup for a year. Fortunately, when you are a DJ, you can work out all of your club drama with songs. However, there are complications here as well. My first story for Ruined Music is about this sort of situation.
I'm going to assume that everyone knows the first two songs of the set. As such, I am only posting the third selection here.

Kon Kan "I Beg Your Pardon (I Never Promised You a Rose Garden)"
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You can find copies of the CD, mostly used, on Amazon.
Here's a Wikipedia entry on the band.
Dance music junkies will note that Kon Kan's Barry Harris is perhaps best known as part of Thunderpuss.