A Bit About Seduction

Marcy Playground- Sex and Candy


I went out last night and looked around at everybody in town.  Cars lined the streets.  It was 10 pm.  A few of the pubs already had lines out the door.  People were drinking and dancing everywhere.  It's just any old Saturday, no special holiday to speak of.  What brings everyone to the bars and clubs and downtown?  Sure people are going out for birthdays or to meet a friend or for girls night out.  Yet, they all go to the same place, where there are hordes of other people their age, getting loose and trying to look good.  At the baseline, everyone has to be there for the same reason.




It blows me away when I meet a married person on the dance floor.  How confused are you?  You say you are just here to have a good time.  Well included in that time is you shutting down the advances of several dudes.  As if you didn't expect that kind of attention or you're pretending not to like it.  It's only a degree of difference from the single gal looking for a one-night-stand.  The possibility of a hook-up or meeting someone interesting is always there.  That is what makes going out to the bars fun!  On a deeper psychological level, why else would you go?  You can drink pretty much anywhere.  You could dance with your girlfriends in your living room.  All for the fraction of the cost of a night out.

The way I see it is, all of nightlife hinges on the act of seduction.  You're out there hoping to be seduced or to seduce someone you are attracted to.  Seduction might mean sleeping together or simply stealing their phone number, or maybe even a dance.  The only difference between seduction and persuasion is that seduction is persuasion + desire.  Persuasion can be purely practical.  You don't 'seduce' your dog into taking a poop.  Seduction has the quality of providing a different kind of satisfaction.  When you get what you want (i.e. a phone number), you feel accomplished.  And if someone asks for your number albeit they are at all smooth, then its flattering.  Seduction is the currency of romance, and yet it's always a bonus.  If you go out and get drunk and meet absolutely nobody there is no loss, you'll be thinking of a better place to go next time.  In the miasma of sexual chemistry which is nightlife, we value these initial encounters if even just to look back on them and laugh.  Seduction lives in sidelong glances and winks,  in the bumming of a cigarette, or the choice of a particular barstool.

Seduction gives us all secret hope.  Even the married ones.