Shall we dance?

[Netzach]

I sing about as well as Craig Finn of the Hold Steady. Can mantain the tune, but why? Anything hot and smoky about my speaking voice does not translate to singing. Will not sing in public alone.

Dancing: socially? Pretty retarded, but sometimes yes, I'll wiggle my ass around in a crowd. Danced modern pretty heavily in HS, loved it, trashed a knee doing it, though I wasn't company material.

 

[graceanne]

Nope you cant be german unless you have a ability to go from total retard directly to stoic creep, as mentioned by kat. Bonus points for socks with sandals.

Um I'm not sure what you mean about 'stoic creep', but I do wear socks with my sandals.

Not just any sandals, Birkenstocks!

(they are really good for your feet and posture, though!)

So I hear. I can't wear them because they assume that everyone has an arch (my feet are nearly flat) and hurt me. A. LOT.

 

[Homburg]

I've always thought the coolest present a man could give his SO would be to secretly take dance lessons and then surprise her on the dance floor one evening. Not that I'm hinting...or anything...really...

You can't see the look I am giving you, but you can trust that it is withering.

Honestly, H, I'm sure MIS doesn't give a rat's ass that you aren't John Travolta

It is *my* problem. I doubt she worries about it, and would be fine with virtually any sort of butt-shaking that I would do with her. I just feel like a clumsy ox, and have no desire to make her look bad any more than I have a desire to make myself look bad.

I am in no way, shape, or form graceful.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

It is *my* problem. I doubt she worries about it, and would be fine with virtually any sort of butt-shaking that I would do with her. I just feel like a clumsy ox, and have no desire to make her look bad any more than I have a desire to make myself look bad.

I am in no way, shape, or form graceful.

This makes me remember a friend I had, a sheriff's deputy in Florida, who was 6'10" tall and weighed well over 300 pounds. He wasn't fat, by any means... he was just a BIG DUDE, all over. He could palm a basketball with ease, with either hand, and a .50 cal Desert Eagle looked like a lady's purse .32 in his hands.

His wife loved loved loved to dance, and even though a pretty good-sized gal herself, could "shake that thang!" When they went out somewhere that there was dancing, she would mostly pick partners out of the crowd and dance, but once or twice a night, he'd look at her, sigh, smile, and hold his hand out, and they'd head out to the dance floor together. She danced, he stood there and swayed slightly, and snapped his big ole fingers to the beat. She was the happiest woman in the whole place.

 

[frisky-leo]

I love to sing along with the radio or with someone or a group of someones, but I don't sing alone. If I can hear the tone, I can blend with it, but for some reason I can't seem to stay on tune with myself. Lol

Now dancing, I love to move what I have and think contra is a glorious thing! Wish there were more contra get togethers near me.

 

[CurlyKat]

So I hear. I can't wear them because they assume that everyone has an arch (my feet are nearly flat) and hurt me. A. LOT.

That's just the non-German side of you showing a little American rebellion. At least you've got perfect feet for flip-flops!