Found my dancing feet.
I am certainly not known for my grace, actually an ex boyfriend once told me that I walk like a hippo, at the time I was about 20kgs lighter than I am now, there really was a time when I was truly skinny.. Aaah the lost beauty of youth.. but he was referring to the fact that I tend to stomp around and can be heard approaching even by the deaf, you know the reverberations through the concrete. So it goes without saying that I am not very good at sneaking up on people, what with the heavy steps and giggling thus sealing my fate to never be a ninja. Anyway, the point is that knowing my limitations I have not wanted to dance fearful of the pointing and laughing that surely would ensue.
But I guess age has kicked in and I no longer care about the pointing, the laughing though is still kind of hard but I just ingnore it and shake my booty with abandon and joy, enjoying that base drum pounding through me.
I am even thinking that I might want to join a class or something, the problem is finding one for the coordination challenged.
So if you see some wild chick on the dance floor rockin’ out with a big smile and a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, that just might be me – come on over and dance with me, I promise to not poke your eye out, at least not on purpose.
