In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Apologies.”
Dancing is my down and dirty secret. When I’m on my own, particularly when I’m watching Strictly Come Dancing on television, then I dance like there’s no tomorrow.
I don’t do it when I go out, even if my favourite music is on. I might twitch my hips if I’m quite sure that no-one is watching, but I keep in mind that I really do care if I make a fool of myself. There’s something about older people dancing that is faintly repulsive.
Once in a very blue moon, I will turn it on. Once, in Nepal where I worked with a Charity providing education for ‘untouchables,’ we volunteers took a side trip and stopped for lunch at a restaurant. It was a far cry from the poor folk for whom we were working. There was a disco going and I was asked to dance by a boy of sixteen. It was not to be a sedate dance, I soon found out – he wanted to go for it. So, nothing ventured I did go for it– and he followed my steps. We got better and better and when the first dance finished and we started again, the audience parted – you know, the way they do in Hollywood films, and we had the floor to ourselves. I called it a day at the end of that. Quit while you’re winning!
Before our group departed, I saw the boy again. He was with friends. We nodded politely. Ships that pass in the night.
I’m a polite person on the face of it: butter wouldn’t melt…
If you would like to know me better… Ask me to dance!
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I love to dance and no apologies whatsoever.
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I’m not sorry either, Jackie. Let’s go for it!
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I too am a closet dancer. I even have my girls join in. I used to dance all the time but not so much anymore. Carry on if it makes you smile!
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Thank you NonaMom. Let’s hang on in there. I’s a fun thing that’s good for us.
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