As you may not know, while I am a fairly flexible guy, I’ve never been much for dancing. Physically, I’m a dancing god (I’m taking my own word for it ’cause I’ve never tried) but emotionally. . . ah, no.
It’s not that I haven’t tried to dance (Well, reluctantly at least). Before today, I had one other introduction into dancing, African dancing. Pa encouraged both Luke and I to go. He said that it would help us “loosen” up. Well, First going in, I could see that 90% of the people there were ladies and the other 10% were a little. . . not that there’s anything wrong with that. Aside from that, they were all “peace-y.” Now, I like my peace as much as everybody else, but when the dance teacher explained a dance move to the class by saying, “imagine you are pulling back an arrow. . . an arrow of love.” I groaned. Who am I, Cupid?! As you can see, it wasn’t a good start.
Being that I had some mental rigor-mortis happenin’ there, it didn’t help that the dancing was extremly intriquite and technical. What was worse than that was it costed fifteen bucks! So, that was my first dance class. It probably would’ve gone a lot better if I had thrown back a couple o’ shots of Cazadores to loosen up.
Two years later, Luke says that there is a cantra dance thingy he was going to at the Vets hall. Pa said I should have another stab at loosening up with that. After a few minutes of been convinced to go, we went. It was five dollars cheaper at least.When we got there, some people showed us a few steps. Then we were all lined up against the wall, and, on the count of three (well, not quite), we had to quickly find a partner. From this moment on, I came up with a conclusion to contra dancing.Two things wrong with contradancing.
1) You can only dance with women. I mean I like the ladies as much as the next gal but what’s wrong with dancing with men?!? I mean, during the spin/twirl thing, I accidentally almost untied my partners dress with my thumb (where are you supposed to grab to hold on anyway?). I mean, you wouldn’t accidentally untie a man’s dress, right? (and if there were men with dresses, I sure wouldn’t be dancing with ‘em)
2) At this dance there were fewer women than men so I only got to dance one out of three dances. Luke managed to get in the first dance, I jumped in the second, and neither of us got in the third.
Rules, rules, rules. Why does everything need rules!?
So, after too much waiting, I left when Luke went to the can.
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