Monday, 07 September 2009

  • Somebody Call 9-1-1! She's Dancing!

    My fiancé and I recently moved in together. Naturally, we’re quite comfortable with each other, and I don’t think we’ve kept too many of our odd personal quirks from each other. However, there was one thing I wasn’t quite ready to let him see yet. I love to dance, but I am a terrible dancer. While this doesn’t inhibit my moves at all, I do try to limit the audience I force to endure my clumsy pops and arthritic drops, which typically results in a solitary dancing experience.

    However, the other night, while we were sitting on the couch, I had Sean Kingston’s latest hit burning through my head, and the internal beat was threatening to overtake me. Excusing myself to another room, I slyly fished out my iPod and started rocking my little heart out. I knew I must be an odd sight, dancing in a dark bedroom, but I didn’t care. Turning the volume up, I was moving and grooving like only a white girl could.

    Suddenly, I heard a noise. Whipping around, I saw my boyfriend standing in the hallway, a stricken look on his face. Paused mid-dip, I could only stare. Only the sounds of “Somebody call 9-1-1! Shorty fire burning up the dance floor!!” could be heard echoing through the little hallway.

    Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke. “We’re going to pretend that never happened.”

    Of course that was bull. We’ve brought up the "'Dancing' in the Dark" episode at least a dozen times, mostly just so we can laugh at me. But this is the price I pay for being a terrible dancer.

    Have you ever unknowingly done something embarrassing in front of your SO?

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