Really, I can't dance. I never had the body rhythm needed to do anything more than slow dancing, and even then my partners feet could be in jeopardy. At school dances this was never a problem, if I had a date all I did was slow dance, otherwise I just hung out with the guys.As an adult I have never wanted to go out dancing. I am highly self conscious of the fact that I can't dance well and stick out like a sore thumb on the dance floor. I mildly dreaded certain functions (weddings in particular) when I knew that I would be pulled onto the dance floor. I used liquid courage to get myself moving when the music started, and it worked well enough for me.
For a long time when my wife wanted to go out dancing with friends I opted to stay home and watch the kids. Courtney really wanted me to go, but was very kind about letting me off the hook. Not all that long ago I decided to change how I approached life in general, and in particular things that I wasn't comfortable with. So when it came time to go dancing again, I went.
Our friend Shawn likes to go to the Sky Club above Sangria on Thursdays. Yesterday Courtney and I joined her and left Josh in charge of the house. We had already decided not too stay out too late, so I knew that even if I was making a total idiot of myself it wouldn't be for more than a couple hours.
Much to my surprise, I figured out how not to step on my own feet and had a blast. I stuck with water for most of the night, having a single $4 Corona during our last break from the dance floor. The club was packed and that helped some as well, hard to stick out when there isn't a lot of room to move anyway.
Next time Courtney wants to go dancing, I'll be first in line.


