I absolutely love to dance! There was a time when I was in the clubs Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, dancing until I couldn’t stand up on Sunday. It was always a good time with good friends. I seriously miss those days.
The ex-hubby was not a dancer. In fact, the best that fool could do was this weird side to side sway and hand motion thing that looked like he was stirring sugar into a cup of tea. It was not pretty. To add insult to injury he didn’t think it appropriate for any wife of his to go out dancing with her friends ‘cause you know how every man in the world is desperate to just rip my clothes off and take me right there on the dance floor. Reason number #43 why we are no longer married.
Few of the men in my life have ever loved to dance like I did. Although I remember one tall, dark, drink of hot-damn-that-brother-is-foine who knew how to move on a dance floor. But that’s the only place he could move and then his foine wasn’t very foine at all. Most of the others wouldn’t bother to step out on the dance floor at all, not even for a slow drag where all they had to do was hold me close, hold me tight, and just let the music do all the work.
Of course, no longer twenty, married to a man who thought me dancing with other people was a sin, I became an Electric Slide aficionado. I could slide my butt off and be cute doing it. When I did go out I use to tip the DJ just to play the Electric Slide a few extra times. There were times I’d be on the dance floor with me, myself, and I, just sliding like there was no tomorrow and enjoying every sweet moment of it.
But, lo and behold, these young kids today have taken my Electric Slide to a whole other level. I would desperately like to keep up but damn, they sure ain’t makin’ it easy on a girl! Click HERE to see what I'm talking about. Enjoy!
The ex-hubby was not a dancer. In fact, the best that fool could do was this weird side to side sway and hand motion thing that looked like he was stirring sugar into a cup of tea. It was not pretty. To add insult to injury he didn’t think it appropriate for any wife of his to go out dancing with her friends ‘cause you know how every man in the world is desperate to just rip my clothes off and take me right there on the dance floor. Reason number #43 why we are no longer married.
Few of the men in my life have ever loved to dance like I did. Although I remember one tall, dark, drink of hot-damn-that-brother-is-foine who knew how to move on a dance floor. But that’s the only place he could move and then his foine wasn’t very foine at all. Most of the others wouldn’t bother to step out on the dance floor at all, not even for a slow drag where all they had to do was hold me close, hold me tight, and just let the music do all the work.
Of course, no longer twenty, married to a man who thought me dancing with other people was a sin, I became an Electric Slide aficionado. I could slide my butt off and be cute doing it. When I did go out I use to tip the DJ just to play the Electric Slide a few extra times. There were times I’d be on the dance floor with me, myself, and I, just sliding like there was no tomorrow and enjoying every sweet moment of it.
But, lo and behold, these young kids today have taken my Electric Slide to a whole other level. I would desperately like to keep up but damn, they sure ain’t makin’ it easy on a girl! Click HERE to see what I'm talking about. Enjoy!
2 comments:
In my Navy days I danced four days a week. So much the knees hurt lol.
I fell for the slide too. These days the slide is a work out. You do one and you need to rest the rest of the evening. lol
Getting old sucks :)
P.S. Hot cover
Thanks, LaShaunda!
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