Dancing Didn’t Make Him Charming
This is based upon the following prompt from The Red Dress Club
This week we asked you to write a prompt inspired by this sentence: The first time I ________-ed after _________-ing.
You wonâ€™t ever mistake me for Baryshnikov. Grace and I are distant cousins who get along on a basic level, but canâ€™t seem to get beyond that. I didnâ€™t want to go to the bar because I donâ€™t dance. That is not entirely true- I am comfortable â€œslow dancing.â€
Got enough grace and rhythm not to step on her feet but speed it up and I worry about looking like I am having a seizure. Given the choice I wouldnâ€™t have gone tonight, but the girls have pushed me.
The two of them swear that I wonâ€™t be uncomfortable and that Iâ€™ll have a good time. When I try to back out they tell me that I have a better chance of meeting someone. They claim that women will be attracted to a man who is with two women.
I tell them that the three of us should stay in and see what happens. Lisa hits me in the head with a pillow and Julie slugs me in the arm. I shrug my shoulders and say that I guess I am going.
They have already picked out my â€œoutfit- a pair of black Justin â€œcowboyâ€ boots, 501s and a green t-shirt are what I am supposed to wear. I roll my eyes at them and say that this is what I would have chosen anyway.
It is not an exaggeration. I really would have picked those things, but they insist on having final say and I just donâ€™t care so I let them.
Just before we leave they give me specific instructions on what to do when men approach. Lisa tells me that I am not paying attention and I tell her she is right. I donâ€™t need a playbook. I have a million sisters and know exactly what to do.
Apparently that is what makes them nervous. Lisa says that I am not to get too aggressive and Julie nods her head. I tell them that I donâ€™t know what the hell that means and get yelled at. They tell me that the last time we did this I picked a fight with two of the guys buying them drinks. This time I am supposed to look for a sign.
I tell Lisa that if she holds up two fingers Iâ€™ll steal home and if Julie holds up one Iâ€™ll swing away. Neither of them smiles and I know that I am one â€˜cute boyâ€™ away from irritating them. But I have given my word to go so we head out.
Two or three beers after our arrival the girls decide that I cannot people watch any longer. They tell me that Iâ€™m required to dance. It is the height of the line dancing craze & I tell them that I am unwilling to do it.
They say no problem and tell me that I am going to learn how to â€œtwo-step.â€ They give me a quick demo and then take positions in front of and behind me. Between shoulder and hand squeezes I figure out what to do and when.
I feel a bit like a kid who just learned how to ride a bike and I dance with them and a dozen other women. It is a blast.
Later on Iâ€™ll ask them to help me meet someone and find out that sometimes hitting a bar with two women isnâ€™t always a great way to meet other women.
It seems that this â€œconfigurationâ€ has given them the impression that I am gay. And here I thought that being able to â€œtwo stepâ€ made me charming…..
If you are interested in reading past posts try one of these:
- Wind and Waves
- A Detour
- The Day Joy Left My Life
- Preserve Your Memories
- The Flying Clown
- The Kitchen
- One Slightly Used Pump For Sale
- The Song of My Heart Has Gone Silent
- Five Minutes
- Endless Blue Skies
- And then the world shifted
- I Hear Music
- A Fire In The Sky
- The Telephone Call
- She Wore A Red Dress
- Song Sung Blueâ€¦And Other Colors
- When Simply Awful became Simply Wonderful
- A Mugger
- A Jealous Man
- She Was Wrong
- It Was Just Coffee
- The Mistress of Tongue