When did dancing with someone become simulated sex? Can someone please tell me when this happened?
I'll admit, it's possible that this extremely intimate dancing has been going on around me for years and I never noticed. I'm into my own moves on the dance floor--rolling my arms, shaking my booty, flinging my hips, and sliding my feet. Plus, I haven't been out dancing to pick up guys in more than 10 years, so I could just be out of touch with how single people interact with each other.
I enjoy dancing with people. But it's more like parallel play with toddlers. My son is playing with his car here, and your daughter is playing with her doll there. They aren't playing together necessarily, but they are playing near each other, enjoying the other kid's proximity. That is the way I like to dance. I shake my groove here. You hustle your moves there. But we do not share toys, so to speak.
So how did I happen to notice this Dirty Dancing on Ecstacy phenomenon? Someone told me that I seemed "timid."
I used to be the girl who blushed back when I was just starting out as a reporter. But timid? As in, timid on the dance floor? That just is not me. Or at least I didn't think it was me. For as long as I can remember, I've always run enthusiastically onto an empty dance floor. I didn't need anyone or anything except a song with a good beat.
Dancing is my thing. It's my release from a long and stressful week with kids. I look forward to it the way a hungry baby latches onto a milky breast. After that guy's comment, I took a minute to look around me, to notice the other dancers taking up space around me. And there were some definite distinctions to the way I dance versus what I saw:
1) I do NOT grind up against my girlfriends.
2) I do NOT let guys grind their junk into me.
3) I do NOT bend over and touch the floor while dancing.
4) I do NOT look like I'm having sex with the person I'm dancing with.
So if you add those things up, I guess I am a timid dancer. And I guess I'm okay with it because I will not change adapt to this new, way-too-much-information style. I'll stick with my solo style and ignore all that groping and grinding going on around me.
I went dancing for the first time in years this past weekend, and I thought of you while I was strutting my stuff (such as it is). It was a gay bar, so reminding men to keep their junk to themselves was not that much of an issue for me...Keep up your dancing!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on getting out dancing!! I've been going almost every week. When I was in Portland a couple of weeks back, my girlfriend and I went to a gay bar too. I didn't think about junk at all, but there was one guy who wanted to dance with me. I figured it was the same reason I wanted to dance with him... he was a good dancer and it was fun. Turns out he wasn't gay and was super bummed to find out I live in San Francisco and that I am married. Apparently, my gaydar is broken ;-)
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