Dance Dance Baby
Its tid bit Tuesday and that means over sharing here at Katherines corner. Are you familiar with the song lyrics, “I won’t dance don’t ask me” by Frank Sinatra. Well, that’s me. I know… it’s a head scratcher, a craw sticker ( this is a silly term I use in reference to having something stuck in your craw)… I am an anomaly. I believe 99.9 percent of females in the world like to dance. I am just not one of them.
I did dance when I was young. I even won a dance contest once. I also wanted to take ballet lessons when I was young. But, that’s not the style of dancing I am referring too. I’m referring to ” hitting the dance floor at a club”, lights bright, music pounding and people all crammed together on a dance floor. When I was in my teens and early twenties I just didn’t like it anymore. I was perfectly fine being a wallflower and watching everyone else, jiggle, shake and slide on the dance floor. I think I should clarify a bit more. I still dance at home with my hubby, when I am alone, with the puppy and with our grandchildren. Just no “public: dancing. Now here’s the irony…my husband loves to dance….