on nobody, and how i'm a royal bitch.
Tonight i found myself standing at a dance with my girlfriends, looking over the crowd and remarking how there was..'like, no one here'. Meaning of course that it was follow-heavy, that many of our faithful lead friends hadn't come tonight and we were counting the handful who did make it, in order to figure out how many 'good' dances we'd have.
Some other leads I don't know looked over at us, overhearing us, and i immediately felt like shit. I felt like one of those clicquish blonde cheerleaders at some keg party in a John Hughes movie, gazing through my ray-bans at a sea of underclassmen and declaring.. 'No one cool is here.. this party sucks.'.
The fact is, there are plenty of leads at Swing Central. There are more leads there than I could ever dance with in a night, if only any of us would ask the other. But after hearing me call them 'no one'.. why would they ever ask me? How would I feel if Todd or any of the local rockstars looked in my direction, and proclaimed within earshot that there was 'no one' there to dance with?
and when did i become the kind of dancer.. the kind of person... who would look over a crowd of people and decide there was no one there worth seeing?
i'm sorry.
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Suck it up, ask possibly-crappy leads to dance, keep an eye out for the good ones, and hide when the definitely-crappy leads head your way. We've all been there, sistah.
thank god for the ONE other lindy hopper here. well one of two i guess...
Well you've got it right.. and i genuinely do like dancing with beginners so i don't know what my problem is!! here's looking at a new, friendlier me.
i'm hungry.
Now you've done it...you've gone and triggered this lovely fantasy (not that kind (well, this time)) about being able to spend enough time around you that you could teach me.
Although any excuse to spend more time with you will do.