When we were married ten years, we took a cruise on Princess Cruise Lines. It was an older crowd than Royal Caribbean, but a beautiful ship.
I noticed a couple that was likely in their fifties. They were just an average couple that looked as though they might rarely go away to together. One evening we were in a nightclub that was playing slower songs and we watched this couple dance together. They were so fascinating to watch. They were really good. They knew the steps and they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. I envied their ability to move around the dance floor.
I will dance a slow dance if I'm in the middle of a crowd so no one sitting in the sidelines can see me. Actually that's the only way Bob will dance. We don't dance around in some special steps, we just move back and forth. There have been times when I've wanted to actually learn how to dance. But anytime I've tried to learn any steps, I find that I am standing with my balance on the leg that's supposed to be raising up. That makes for some awkward quickstep to try to shift my balance which never ends well.
Several years ago I was by the dance floor at a wedding when one of the 20 something groomsmen grabbed my hand and dragged me out on the dance floor. I was dying laughing telling the cute boy that I couldn't dance.
Well, he COULD. He ignored my protests and pulled me out to the floor. I'm thinking this has to be some kind of spectacle with some middle age woman dancing with this young boy.
And what I found really fascinating is I could tell which direction we were moving just a split second before we were moving that way. And I knew why I knew. He placed his hand on my back and with that touh he was indicating which direction he was going to move next. Now I doubt I would have been deemed to be any kind of dancer, but I could at least tell which direction I should be shifting my weight to. It was actually kind of cool.
I still envy those couple that get out and dance and enjoy their time out on the floor. We rarely dance anywhere and we still occupy a couple of steps in either direction.
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Scherie and I manage to fool some people that we can dance.
The trick indeed is for the lead to telegraph intent.
While I always heard of a man leading I never understood it until that kid took me in the dance floor. I actually enjoyed it.
I remember the first time I saw Charles Durning dancing in Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. I'm always amazed at heavier people looking so light on their feet. So it has nothing to do with weight and entirely to do with balance. Which I have none. And certainly Bob won't ever go take dance lessons with me now since he's got a bum leg.
I dance like Fred Astaire. In my mind, when I am drunk.
The rest of the time I trip over my own feet. Usually my wife refuses to dance with me, even though she is a very good dancer. I somehow was denied the rhythm gene.
I just get wobbly legged drunk and get on the dance floor trying to act 'straight.' That way everyone things I am an amazing dancer when all I'm doing is trying to stand up. I once even won a dance contest just trying to get across the dance floor to the bathroom. :)
I'm a great dancer - when inebriated.
And since I don't drink anymore, that pretty much nixes my dancing career.
Not sure I've ever tried to dance sober, Joe and DD. That would be even worse.
Congrats in the win there Coffey, we need a video of that.
Dancing is like flying a helicopter...except not nearly as dangerous.
My hubby was a great dancer, so was dad. That hand on the back is the KEY.
Super post, Rita.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
xx Z
Happy Thanksgiving Sis.
Even in a dance where the hand is not on the back, a guy can lead. I love to dance, but if a guy cannot lead, it is a disaster.
My dancing may be close to being as dangerous as flying a helicopter, Jess.
Happy Thanksgiving Z. I'm not surprised that Mr. Z could dance, he always sounds like he was one refined gentleman.
Happy thanksgiving Ed. Where were you today? I'm sure we could have squeezed a little more room on a couch or two for you and your wife. Mark made some banana salad and you missed my chicken and noodles.
If you've ever sent the movie Hitch PP, you would see the only dance move I can do. Will Smith instructs Kevin James to dance. When James tries to do some crazy move, Smith slaps him and then shows him just to move his feet back and forth. Left, right, left right, left, right. NOTHING else.
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