Song of the Day: Not a Bad Thing by, Justin Timberlake
I'm going to admit a long-time secret that not many people know about: I have a love-hate relationship with dances.
The "love" part: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE to dance! I love getting into the groove, feeling the bass, go all-out, and dance all my cares and worries away! I love getting down with my friends and do all those cheesy dance moves we see in the movies. I love getting all dolled up and doing inadvisable things with my dress. I just love dances!
The "hate" part (this is the secretive part): Most of these dances (specifically the formal ones where I have the excuse to get pretty and wear a formal dress) require a date. I have never been invited to a formal dance. I never had a date for Homecoming; I went with my group of girlfriends. And to all those times I went to Prom, I asked the guy out. I invited someone, but never the other way around.
So every time I hear about a dance I get giddy with excitement...
I get excited because I always have that sliver of hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, this time around....someone will see how awesome/crazy of a dancer I am and just ask me to be their dance partner for that evening.
....and then I dread ever having that thought cross my mind....
because in reality, it doesn't happen.
This hit me hard this week.
The "love" part: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE to dance! I love getting into the groove, feeling the bass, go all-out, and dance all my cares and worries away! I love getting down with my friends and do all those cheesy dance moves we see in the movies. I love getting all dolled up and doing inadvisable things with my dress. I just love dances!
The "hate" part (this is the secretive part): Most of these dances (specifically the formal ones where I have the excuse to get pretty and wear a formal dress) require a date. I have never been invited to a formal dance. I never had a date for Homecoming; I went with my group of girlfriends. And to all those times I went to Prom, I asked the guy out. I invited someone, but never the other way around.
So every time I hear about a dance I get giddy with excitement...
I get excited because I always have that sliver of hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, this time around....someone will see how awesome/crazy of a dancer I am and just ask me to be their dance partner for that evening.
....and then I dread ever having that thought cross my mind....
because in reality, it doesn't happen.
This hit me hard this week.
