warning: long winded rant: so I return my library books, wearing one of my old dance costumes, (I'm taking a dance lesson from Kali at 1:30 pm & don't feel like changing my clothes 10 times today) anyway there's a raido station set up near a barber college or whatever so I go check it out, they ask me if I would like to hang out for a few minutes & dance. I said sure, buy me a cup of tea from Taylor's book store, I'm cold out here, they do that. I start dancing a little to the red hot chili peppers, foo fighters ect, just for fun, & I get 20 questions, one ahole even asked if I were realy a man, since I ignored all his comeons, I set him straight, go on my way. One of the djs asked if I would like to put in an apperance at the homeshow, he said it was warmer inside anyway. No go there, they would barely let me in the door, anyway agin with the stupid ignorant questions, who am I with, what am I dancing for? I asked them if they've ever heard of a solo artist? yes I bellydance, yes I'm darn good at it. no I don't want to date your son, ect. About 3 minutes of this crap, I've had it, & head for my apt. I feel for the pros that realy put themselves out there!