Sooooooooooooooooo, I went out dancing last night for the first time, and it was great. It was a new Country and Western Bar, and I was very nervous about going in but in I went. It was pretty crowded but I managed to find a stool at the back where I could still see the dance floor. The band finished the first set and I just sat though it sipping coke. I notice a guy in a stripped tee shirt at the bar was giving me the eye, and i thought "Oh god he's going to ask me to dance.
He didn't, anyway the next set started and a fellow came over, grabbed my hand and led me off to the dance floor, and before I knew it there I was dancing to Brad Paisley
It was soooooo wonderful, but I'm not sure if he was looking at me or my bra that was lit up under the black lights duh. (Note to self - Black lights and white underwear don't mix)
I went back to my stool and noticed that the guy at the bar was still eyeballing me, you know he would be looking at me, I would glance over, catch him, and he would quickly look away. I flashed him a smile. About two songs later the band played a slow dance and another guy came over and asked me if I would like to dance, and I nervously said yes. Slow dance, what was I thinking. I got my hands mixed up at first and I put my hand on his waist but quickly realized that it wasn't supposed to be there, then placed it on his shoulder. He took my waist and my other hand and we danced. It was so nice. I declined a second slow dance with him as I didn't want him to get too ambitious
and went back to my seat to find the guy at the bar still eyeballing me. We made eye contact a couple of times and I again smiled at him thinking "Hey, you, what are you waiting for, a written invite. Just ask me to dance and I will" but no, all he did was smile back, Jeez, guys are dumb.
While I was having a good time and had a couple more dances, I did keeps my wits about me, and only drank coke, but it truly was a great night so I'm definitely going to do it again.
One, two, cha-cha-cha.
Steph
