Dance Machine

A couple of my friends and I went out to a club to celebrate my friend's birthday. I'm not much of a "clubber" but I am much of a dancer. I enjoy having private dance parties and don't necessarily need music. So to have people there AND music was exhilirating! I got into the groove with my friends but around 2 or so I got tired as my normal bedtime has become 1030-11. As another friend and me were sharing a seat this guy comes up to me and whispers something in my ear. As I can't even hear my own voice, I politely smile and nod and then see he is holding out his hand.

PANIC!

I DON'T dance with guys because I'm afraid they'll want to get jiggy with it on the dance floor! A problem that needs working on...but 2:30 wasn't the ideal time. I'm a little hesitant but then reluntantly get up. It was the most awkward experience. At first he was about 12 feet apart and we were dancing awkwardly to this weird reggae/indian song and he kept whispering in my hear waiting for a response. After motioning I can't hear and him keep trying to whisper I just politely nod and smile. He twirls me (again picture a nightclub to now reggae/techno music) the whole time I'm glancing over to my friends with a "help me" look and he keeps glancing back to see what I'm looking at. When we faces me again I smile and continue the awkward dance. Then he tries to move us to the other side of the club as he turns to bring me over there, I bolt away and sit back with a friend.

I had hoped he'd get the picture, but 10 minutes later he's back just standing next to me as my friends and I are chatting. I smile and nod and feel bad I'm afraid to dance with guys.

Lesson learned: You don't have to get jiggy with it to dance with guys.