If you knew me in real life, you would realize that I am a real freak, but on top of that, you would realize that I LOVE to dance. Absolutely love! I would dance everyday of the week, in random places, in random ways, if I could. But I do not do that. I do that in a civilized way at a club like the people of my generation. We get dressed up and we go dancing in an assigned location, with other people who either love to dance as well, or are really, really inebriated, so they dont really care that they are actually moving their bodies inappropriately in front of hundreds of people. Thats one of the fun parts of dancing as well, you get to see a lot of real-life slapstick comedy right in front of you. And if you do not drink, then you can actually enjoy it, cos’ you will be sober enough to appreciate all the comedy thats unfolding around you.
I also look younger for my age, at least 5 years younger, which is really great, if you think about it, I really shouldn’t complain about it, cos I will miss that when I’m older. But it does result in guys who are 5 years younger than me, hitting on me, and guys who are my age, think I’m too young for them. That causes a bit of a problem. A big problem. Right now, I like younger guys, because they are funner, they like to dance, they like to party, which is fine with me, but I will eventually need to find a man who’s going to be my age, and interested in more than a fun night. Sure, I wont find my dream man in a club in the middle of nowhere, but still, its just an example of what happens in the bigger spectrum of my life, outside the club.
It is really hard for people to impress me, which is horrible, considering why should people have to impress me, I’m nobody, no one should have to impress me. But it makes sense, because if you look at it from the other end, people are always really impressed by me, the minute they meet me and have a short conversation with me. It is kind of crazy, I will be thinking, I haven’t done anything with my life, what are you impressed by? But why to sell myself short, thats what I do, and I’m trying to get away from that.
In the end, I just want to say I love to dance, and even if my friends, my age, think they are too old to go out dancing, and they would rather sit in a bar or at home and drink until they are shitfaced and go sleep, I think I would rather keep on dancing until I can, until I no longer can. I love it and I am sticking to it. I just need to find some dance partners. Hmm.