Friday, May 14, 2010


My friend's husband took her dancing not that long ago. She was not impressed, as it was just at the bar where she used to work.
I have no idea what she was expecting or why she's not impressed. A man willing to go dancing in any way shape or form is impressive in my books.

I got thinking about this last night as I was trying on some of my old dresses. I had bought a few pretty little black dresses, cause a girl can never have too many little black dresses, back 7 years ago when I was still with Trainwreck ("Deacon" if you are following from Ramen Noodles) and I don't think they ever made it out of the house. Sure, they got worn while I stupidly waited around time after time for the ex-boyfriend who never showed up. So they've been worn just never worn out in public.
Which is very sad when you think about it. And since the car accident I've gained 25 pounds, so the best of the dresses just does not fit me. Typical.

Not that I guess it matters, as I have not been dancing since high school. Yeah, you read right. Grade 9 was the last time I was dancing, and for those of you who have not been keeping score, I was in grade 9 back in 1988. Yeah 22 frealing years since I've been dancing.

God I'm sad and pathetic.

It would be nice to have a guy take me dancing just once.