Like the title of this post would imply, I don’t dance. I just don’t enjoy forcing my limbs to flail about as if independent from my torso. I look foolish enough on my own; I don’t need to throw my pitiful dancing dancing abilities into the mix.
I’ve never really enjoyed dancing. In high school, I would go to dances, but that’s because my friends were there. It didn’t hurt that there were also girls there, but now that I’m married, going where the ladies are isn’t very high on my priority list. I think that it falls just above “route canal”. Well, maybe below. I can’t be certain.
Ever since we’ve been married, Holly has wanted me to take her dancing. I have been very good at avoiding having to commit to this but I knew that my luck would eventually run out. Saturday night, that well finally ran dry.
