Why were the sexiest shoes on the girl who looked like a twelve-year-old?
Why were those girls dancing with their purses? Oh… because the dancefloor is right by the front door and they are smokers. Yeah… I don't smoke tobacco as a rule so those ordinances don't affect me so much. Silly me. But I have to say, while sometimes a woman dancing holding a beer bottle is sexy as fuck, a woman dancing so that her purse stays on her back is not sexy. That looks uptight and matronly. Give it to the boys you're with. God knows they would rather not be on the dance floor anyway.
Speaking of dancing… Last night I saw the band Hookers and Blow again. They play fucking awesome funky, dancy 70s covers. There weren't so many boys sitting at the table. Lots of them were dancing, too. The band was that good!
So yeah, I spent a lot of the night watching the dancing folk. And, while I do believe I can dance… I don't right now because my stomach is a lot bigger than I'd like and I don't think I would be very sexah, you know? So whatever I might say is colored by those things.
But anyway, dancing? So much not about "the moves." Not about "the style" of dance or even the style of music. It is about being the music, whatever it is. My advice is to pick an instrument and follow it. Do moves that correspond in some way to what you are are hearing. If you see something that looks cool in your eyes, steal it. Make it yours.
Do not be afraid to be random or extremely repetive.
Assume that people are looking. Yep, they are. Lots of them wish they had the balls to be moving like you. Some of them are ridiculing you, critiquing you. It's human nature. But in the end, most of them are more worried about *your perception* of them, so let it go.
Lots and lots of dance songs have the instuctions "move your body," "shake yer booty," and "get down." Those are all ways of saying the same thing. The important thing is to do it.
And this morning I find myself regretting that I didn't—at least for a few songs.
There's always next Thursday.
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