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Which got me to thinking. Specifically… about a comment The Second Mrs. Pennington tossed off at the very beginning of our relationship. Said comment was uttered without a lot of thinking behind it while we were at the Yokota AB NCO Club for a night of dancing, to wit (S’cuse our French, Gentle Reader, but it is what it is.):
“I love watching people dance…coz I think people dance like they fuck.”
Umm…well, OK. That line might have been a throw-away to her, but it stuck in my mind. And it just might have inspired me to be a little bit more soulful in my dancing from that point on. Or perhaps not…. we are what we are, and I’m most certainly not a dancer. I’ll digress just a lil bit by saying I’ve always admired those guys who have mastered the art, coz I’m of the opinion, most unequivocally, that good dancers have it ALL over those of us who aren’t when it comes to scoring points with the opposite sex... at the bar and such. And that’s never been me. I enjoy getting up and shaking a leg but I am most definitely the rhythm-impaired, quintessential White Boy when it comes to dancing. As a matter of fact, another pertinent quote about dancing comes to mind…uttered by a female in-law to SN1 while observing my (lack of) dancing skills at SN1’s commissioning party way back in 2000, or so. Said comment? Just this: “Your Dad’s a great guy. But he sure as Hell can’t dance!” And the woman was right. I can’t dance…not at all. Proof-positive below (which: The First Mrs. Pennington and I, dancing at SN1's commissioning party. She, (much) more so than I.).
Which, of course, brings me full-circle. My dancing couldn’t have impressed TSMP; your average six-year-old wouldn’t be impressed by my dancing skills. It had to be something else, and I’m sure it was. Fortunately for me, the dates TSMP and I went on before our dancing nights consisted of lots of occasions spent in conversation, interspersed with lotsa mo’sickle rides out into the country, followed up yet again with lots more conversation. That had to turn the trick… coz it sure as Hell wasn’t my dancing. One is thankful for women who can see beyond the superficial.
Oh. By the way… I do the deal a whole HELLUVA lot better than I dance. Just in case you were wondering. (Insert smiley-face thingie here.)
(The video is but one tune TSMP and I danced to back in our early days. More appropriately, the tune was popular during my high-school days, but it remains a dance tune that gets a lot of play…or at least it did, at one point in time. And I heard it on Pandora today…which prompted this whole post, to begin with… You may have wished it hadn’t Gentle Reader… but it is what it is.)
Two-step, waltz, and a tiny bit of polka is about the limit to my dancing abilities. Though I may do some crazier things in the safety of my own home with the kids to some of their hip-hop music.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful day today, glad you enjoyed your drink and cigar in the great out of doors with your awning out today? We got the garden planted today, complete with 8 tomato plants.
Wow, Jenny... you're quick! And ya caught me right in the midst of editing this post, what with adding a pic of my "dancing." ;-)
ReplyDeleteYeah, I have the awning down and the AC off...which is a great good thing!
I hear ya bout the dancing. I do a lot more in the privacy of El Casa Móvil De Pennington than I do outside of it, these days. Including today... for what that's worth.
I often wonder if I could have married a man who could not dance. My dad could only do a two-step. He did it the same way to every song played - sometimes fast - sometimes slow. Toby can dance, and for that I am thankful, 'cause I do love to scoot a boot.
ReplyDeleteIt does remind me of my Aunt D who married my dad's older brother. She told me that after dating my uncle for awhile, she told her mother that he was a handsome man, a man of integrity, a smart man, etc. But that he couldn't dance. Her mother's response: Well, you ain't gonna be jiggin' all your life. So she married my uncle and ended her dancing days.
I was always the first on the dance floor at the teen hops, I loved to dance, still do. Don't have much opportunity these days.
ReplyDeleteI don't necessarily agree about the dancing/fucking correlation. Dancing is just not important to some people, and that doesn't necessarily mean they don't know their way around the sack. My opinion.
ReplyDeleteMy dad taught me to dance; standing on his shoes in my stocking feet I learned the "box" step waltz. It has served me well over the years!
ReplyDeleteWorking double shift today (4pm-8am) so unable to visit the hammock today... just stared out over the tarmack at the heatwaves rising up over the runway!
I can't dance. My dancing is BAD.
ReplyDeleteNah, dancing has to do with how you dance. Fucking is a totally different sport.
ReplyDeleteSorry your Wings are having such a hard time closing the deal. My Celts played a dandy yesterday and now move on. Yay!
Contest up at my place, having to do with aforementioned Celts. Prize is 10 (crummy) CDs, guaranteed to make even the best dancer strip his or her gears :-)
hmmm, how does one read with the hands over the eyes :)
ReplyDeleteI'll just comment on the dance part,
Depends on what you call dancing! I can move around a bit probably not like the rest of the world though. :)
Pretty much suck at dancing myself Buck, and speaking of...the Flyers should have danced all night, because they pretty well mailed it in.
ReplyDeleteA sorry ending to an otherwise great comeback season....gotta root for the West now, I can't root for Cindy Crosby, Michelle Malkin, and Martha Hossa...;)
Lou sez: I often wonder if I could have married a man who could not dance. My dad could only do a two-step. He did it the same way to every song played - sometimes fast - sometimes slow. Toby can dance, and for that I am thankful, 'cause I do love to scoot a boot.
ReplyDeleteAnd I wonder how many women there are out there like you, Lou. I suppose there are a few who, unlike your aunt, have "good dancer" at the top of their lists...
Diva sez: I was always the first on the dance floor at the teen hops, I loved to dance, still do. Don't have much opportunity these days.
I was always a "drag-ee" at the high school dances, for the most part. I don't get many opportunities these days either... and for that I'm grateful. ;-)
Phlegmmy sez: I don't necessarily agree about the dancing/fucking correlation. Dancing is just not important to some people, and that doesn't necessarily mean they don't know their way around the sack. My opinion.
Thank God for women like you, Phlegmmy.
Fire Fox sez: My dad taught me to dance; standing on his shoes in my stocking feet I learned the "box" step waltz. It has served me well over the years!
My dad did that with my sister (and my mom, believe it or don't!), too!
Hope your shift was uneventful last night, FF.
Ashley sez: I can't dance. My dancing is BAD.
Ah...yet another thing we have in common!
Jim sez: Nah, dancing has to do with how you dance. Fucking is a totally different sport.
Sorry your Wings are having such a hard time closing the deal. My Celts played a dandy yesterday and now move on. Yay!
Agreed on the first part... and I read a column in The Freep yesterday saying Pistons fans should root for the Celtics to beat the Cavs. And so they did.
Does this make us sporting enemies now, Jim? (I don't think so, coz I'm not a bassetball fan.)
Dawn sez: hmmm, how does one read with the hands over the eyes :)
I'll just comment on the dance part,
Depends on what you call dancing! I can move around a bit probably not like the rest of the world though. :)
ummm...by peeking through your fingers, oh-so-carefully? ;-)
I just "move around a bit," too. And try NOT to step on my partner's feet.
Pat: Sorry about the Flyers... but they had a good run, eh? Last-to-East-Finals is pretty good in the space of one year.