Do you want to dance?
A favorite quote:
By the time a woman is wise enough to find a good husband, she has been married 10 or 15 years.
Nothing like being married, to teach one what constitutes a good one.
I selected my husband the same way I select most things. Shopped around, looked for the kind of quality that would last. I looked at quite a few, before I chose the one I liked best.
I know more now, than I did then, but I did okay for myself.
If I were to be shopping for a husband today, I’d never marry a man who didn’t dance.
Never thought about it when I was single, but I’ve thought about it a lot in the time since.
Some people enjoy dancing more than others. I have often wondered, if men enjoy dancing as much as women seem to.
I don’t know the answer to that one, but I know that unless I was in love with a man who didn’t have use of his legs, I could never be with a man who didn’t dance.
I love dancing. It’s an essential expression of the best parts of being alive. It’s uninhibited, it’s active and it’s sensual.
For people with energy, the need to move is rudimentary. For people who enjoy music, the desire to move to it is instinctual. For people in love, the desire to have bodies in concert is unmitigated.
Dancing is all of that for me.
Dancing is nothing more than moving. Moving that feels good. Moving that has the power to move us.
What I like best about dancing, is that it is a publicly-sanctioned display of sexuality. It is a time when we can go head-to-head or cheek-to-cheek with the object of our desire, without fearing raised eyebrows. We are given permission to admire the motion of their body. We are allowed to move in synchronicity with them.
In those moments, we can imagine we are Fred & Ginger, or anyone else our minds can conjure. Time is suspended, allowing us to enjoy inhibition and intimate closeness. We are able to forget what we look like, and become what we imagine. We can revel in the simple placement of a head on a shoulder. We can listen to the heartbeat or breathing of our partner, and allow it to affect our own.
This is why I am baffled at how men would choose to stand around with their warm hands wrapped around a cold beer, when there are women who want to dance.
The same guys who may fantasize about the flexibility of gymnasts, seem not to see the sensuality of women dancing.
It’s rather like having one’s house painted and failing to notice. It’s out there and obvious, but only the blind don’t see it. Choosing the comforting feel of ice cold aluminum in his hands, a man can miss the smell of a woman’s hair, the feel of her face, or an opportunity.
A silly old line calls dancing the vertical expression of a horizontal intention.
That’s not that silly.
I want to dance.
Everyday of my life, I want to dance.
Some days I want to dance crazy. Some days I want to dance refined. Sometimes I want to dance in the way that makes my partner know that old line isn’t silly.
I don’t want to be with a man who doesn’t get that, because I don’t want to dance alone.
14 Responses to “Do you want to dance?”
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Nice post!
Now here is one guy’s point of view. I was told once by a woman in my life that I didn’t dance well, and I was embarrassing her. So guess what is stuck in my mind every single time I have the opportunity to dance? Do I look like an idiot? A pair of stilts, stumbling out of time with the rhythm? Or the worst of all…..am I going to embarrass my dance partner?
The truth is, I love to dance. I am just very insecure about it.
i do dance everyday, today i did the time step (tap) at work, just for the sheer fun of it and for nobody but me.:)
Dave and I dance in the kitchen….
“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” ~Martha Graham
The best part of my job! – most likely because I enjoy dancing too. It is hard to sit still when great music is playing, don’t be too shy to dance! I really don’t think most people judge how one dances, just have fun, forget about life’s problems and stresses….lose yourself in it.
The song “I hope you dance” comes to mind. I love to dance in the rain.. but in both cases.. I’m not exactly talking about the same thing as the kind of dance you describe.
I danced with Leslie here and there.. always felt foolish. What amazed me was that she didn’t seem to mind. I guess for me, dancing is allowing myself to be awkward and clumsy and knowing that she loves me anyway.
All in all.. I’m a musician. I get motion and movement and timing and sensuality and emotion, but if this makes any sense.. I prefer to inspire dance of much higher magnitude in others, from behind my horn. That is where I do my best “dancing”.
I love to dance and yes, I feel it is such a free form of expression. When I dance, my mood shows, and if the mood is not the best, usually dancing turns my mood. I become satisfied and self assured, sexual, and comfortable in the way my body moves and feels. I feel like a woman!!
My husband definitely knows dancing is a precursor to more exciting activities! (Although, dancing is almost as fun as that final destination.)
Jenny, I couldn’t agree more. When my husband earned a living as a musician, I realized that the “party” never started until the ice was broken by the first couple on the floor. To aid musicians who play to a “dead” room, he and I are often that first couple. Perhaps, it is precisely because dancing is so intimate & free, that we are intimidated about being observed.
Born with two left feet, I can empathize with the feelings expressed here, but not with the action. If I’m out on a dance floor, I stiffen up and must look ridiculous. Fortunately, I married a man who doesn’t like to dance either, so we two do very well together. Having grown up in the coffeehouse/folk music era, dancing wasn’t a required skill–listening was. I love music but it never makes me want to do more than tap my toes.
Dancing has always been the greatest form of expression for me. Although I never have and never would consider myself talented enough to even consider entering a contest, I am able to feel the rhythm of the music. Dancing with a woman whom I desire to be intimate with is a form of foreplay for me. Dancing with a friend, sibling, child, relative, etc is a way of displaying a different form of affection. Regardless of the partner on the floor, dancing is a way to release the emotions we feel for others yet are unable to locate and convey in words. Feel the beat and dance often, even if the music is merely in your head.
I concur with the first post. In 8th grade, a girl told me I was a bad dancer. She thought the guy on my basketball team named Jim, who actually was horrible and looked like he was having a seizure, was amazing. I thought he looked vonfident, but horrible on the dance floor.
And I’ve been self-concious about it ever since.
My stepbrother says women won’t have luck finding ANY guy that loves dancing, unless they are gay. Guys merely do it because their women love it.
But, nothing I enjoy more than watching a couple swing dance really well.
It is so excellent to hear the opinions of dancers and non-dancers alike. Obviously, not everyone can relate to my take on it. I know there are people who just really don’t enjoy dancing, but for those who merely avoid it because of self-consciousness, I’d say get out on the floor & enjoy yourself.
Dancing is the ultimate foreplay. It stimulates the creative fantasy centers of the brain, the most important sex organ. It is a mating ritual and it can attract a lover and in some cases a life partner. Thats why there is a whole lotta shakin goin’ on. Its why we shake our groove thang and why we jump jump jump around, jump around to get down. The phrase “Let’s Dance” is much more telling than its literal meaning. I agree, it allows us to rejoice in and celebrate others bodies without being indiscreet. And when it is all good…It makes me feel like dancing.
Mmmm . . Hmmm!
I came across your card the other day that you had shared when I was out dancing, ages ago already … it was a great night dancing and you offer a great blog. Have enjoyed reading various posts and will continue to do so. If a dance night is planned let me know I’d enjoy that as well.