dance, dance

i like dancing. not like, hello dolly dancing. that basically sucked. i can enjoy ballroom under certain circumstances, and i have a friend who taught swing in high school so i'm good enough at that for it to be fun too. the only good country dancing is just fake swing, and the music is...well, i won't say. and techno is only good for about two minutes at a time, and only with long breaks between.

what i really like is to get it on with some latin or hip-hop (or some latin hip-hop...reggeaton). give me some of this, and i'll show you some hot moves. most people (in provo) who see them say that i must be hispanic and/or black on the inside. or at least i'm good at pretending. so, when i go to a dance, i get it on.

problem is, i haven't been dancing in a really long time. so, tonight i did something silly. i needed something to do, so i went to a dance with my sister and some random friends, but without knowing any guys. the bring your own guy provision serves two purposes: to scare away creepy guys, and so that you'll have a guy to dance with just in case there aren't any interested non-creepy guys.

so, there was this guy who i thought was a random member of my friend group, since he was dancing with us. then i ran into him in the hall during a water break, which was also intended to skip some techno. we talked for a bit, and then went back in, but everyone seemed to have scattered, so i just hung out with him for a bit. and he turned out to be a pretty good dancer. not as good as he thinks he is, but at least he tries, which is usually the most important thing. also knows some good latin moves, even if he is somewhat lacking in the latin flair (like most white guys). so, i made the mistake of being flattered by the attention, and since dancing already incites more touchy-ness than usual social situations (and since i've been majorly lacking in touchy-ness generally and especially lately) i indulged a bit. just a teeny bit though. unfortunately, it didn't take long to realize that not only was he not acquainted with any of my friends, he was also total player, and a loser, and really creepy. and rather coercive. and in my assumption that he knew my friends i had probably seemed more encouraging of this behavior than i intended. i don't know what he was thinking, but i can tell you, it wasn't anything good. but i managed to revert to my ice-princess personality around the vicinity of his creepy car. i escaped rather suddenly without a word, successfully avoided him while gathering up the girls who rode with me, and made it out unscathed.

and these are the lives you'd love to lead
dance, this is the way they'd love
if they knew how misery loved me...
why don't you show me the little bit of spine
you've been saving...
i only want sympathy in the form of you...

lessons? (1) being ignored by guys maybe isn't so sucky after all. (2) i need to find some guy friends. who like dancing. (3) i still got the moves. ha!