Dancing
Dancing is something I have never understood.
Now don’t misunderstand me:
The grinding, groping, dry humping stuff I understand.
That is basically public foreplay.
Which is cool, I just prefer better music than what they play in a “club”
In fact, I could probably whip up a whole album of club music in a day if there was some financial incentive.
But, back to my main point….
People have always argued that there is more to dancing than just preparation for penetration.
Such arguments came up many a time back when I was an evangelion evangelical.
Mainly because the “pure” and “innocent” christian girlz took offence when someone like me said one of their hobbies was on par with a blowjob. Something that would never admit do.
Of course, someone will make the argument that it is about responding to how the music makes you feel or what have you.
Which is something I also have a vague understanding of, being the best musician in the world my house. I’ll even support your point, as long as it is some kind of solo spontaneous response – like my air drumming.
It is when things get organised and/or involve multiple people. Especially something with a set of complicated steps that are supposed to be replicated exactly over and over. That doesn’t seem like fun to me. I’d term that kind of thing work at best, and I’d probably describe it as the worst kind of hell.
Mainly because I’m one of those spontaneous, improvisational types. I can’t even play the same guitar solo twice, or stick to a recipe.
Anyway, dancing is not something I have ever done without serious threats as a motivation…. and even then I was able to not do it on occasion (because boys are smarter than girls and there were more of boys at high school).
I just don’t see it as fun. I won’t ever be doing it. I haven’t ever “gone dancing”, and I won’t be in the future.
Which is probably why I’ve never kissed a girl, and probably never will.
Well…. I don’t give a fuck.
