Oh!! Realized today while on the plane reading regency romance novel that moment from Friday night dance felt eerily like moment OUT OF a trashy regency romance, pulled forward in time!! (I shall be posting this in LJ as well, and apologize to those who will see it twice, but must share)
Our players:
The Rake About Town, aka The GILF, a player who has toyed with many a young girl's heart, and flirts endlessly with them at the evening's dances, because he is of course, a superb dancer
Our Heroine (moi, of course), who has been teased mercilessly by the rake, after he had been dancing attendance on her for many months, only to puzzlingly refuse to take his advances any farther
R, a past paramour of the Rake, who was devastated when he dropped his pursuit of her shortly after Our Heroine joined the scene (though not due to that fact) and has only recently fully rejoined the social whirl
B, a newcomer to the scene, and current flirt of the Rake, who the betting books have as an odds on favorite to give in to his advances any week now
Wallflower, a sweet and shy miss, who lacks the style and outer sparkle of any of the previous three, though she may possess an inner strength and sharp tongue as yet undiscovered
The Scene: An evening's dance, where the Rake has asked each lady in turn to dance several times, showing preference to none....
The Rake finishes a dance with Wallflower and returns to where the other ladies are engaged in conversation. He then informs them that he has a mission for the three of them, and flatters them that they all have excellent personal style...and that Wallflower needs assistance in making her personal style more "dykey" (OK, that part not so Regency). What would these ladies suggest? Their styles are all so unique, and yet so flattering!
...and at this point, the scene broke down, because all of us, including "Wallflower" (who really does need a better personal style, but...), stared at the GILF and went "What the fucking FUCK???" (and a couple of us went "Um, do we LOOK like "DYKEY STYLE EXPERTS to YOU? HELLLOOOOO??" and i even said "When I try to look more dykey it usually involves corsets and leather, and I doubt she's into that" and she quickly agreed that was not her thing...). And at that point R declared that the four of us should get together and go "trolling for hos". But I digress...
In a romance novel, this would be the point at which the three of us became good friends with the wallflower, made her over into the toast of the Ton, the Rake truly fell for her (after really only planning to set her up with his cousin), and we maybe got sequels of our own.
I rather doubt that will happen either.
But it still amused, the comparison.