i learned a very important lesson today
and i'm going to share it with you because i'm generous like that.
here is the lesson that jc chasez taught me while simply driving in my car with the radio on:
Some girls dance with women
Knowing that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them
So pass me a drink and lets go
(Lets go)
Might have to peel me off the ceiling
I'm like a soda that's been shaken up... boom
I find the playfulness appealing
That cat and mouse chase
On your mark, get ready, go
Send you a drink, see what the deal is
Held up your glass and blew a kiss, and took a sip
When you were finished, back to business
You and your girlfriends group up
This is how you draw them in
isn't that amaaaaaazing!
seriously, because you know what? you wanna know what i thought? yeah, i thought when i go to a club and i danced with my girlfriend that i was on a date with my girlfriend. and here we were really lookin' to get some attenshun mmmmmhmmm girlfriend.
well, in case you couldn't smell that. that was sarcasm.
yeah.
and the song brought up some memories too. and an observation that makes me giggle. the memory is of me with my girlfriend (and no jc, honey she's not my girlbestfriend, she was my love, my heart and some incredibly hot sex. das right!) dancing and men flocking.
now, i probably have to explain that she was hot. and she wasn't hot just because i loved her, she was just hot. and i'm not bigfoot or anything but not her kind of hot. and i was ok with that. but there was one thing that happened when we were dancing that not only confirmed exactly how hot she was but also tells me exactly how in love with her i was.
she.could.not.dance.
at all.
and the men still flocked to her. and i still took her dancing.
because let me tell you. i can dance. i don't mean like choreographed (although get a couple of beers in me and i will pull a fatboy slim/spike jonze 'i praise you' type stunt to whatever song is playing that will make you spit beer AND pee your pants) but i have rhythm, i can get down. and because i lovedlovedloved dancing so much in my twenties that i swore to myself that i would never date a guy (this was back in the days of denial) who could not dance. no way. not me. and so i just assumed that this would carry over to women, but i'd also NEVER been in love.
she could not dance.
at all.
and the men still flocked to her. and i still took her dancing.
here is the lesson that jc chasez taught me while simply driving in my car with the radio on:
Some girls dance with women
Knowing that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them
So pass me a drink and lets go
(Lets go)
Might have to peel me off the ceiling
I'm like a soda that's been shaken up... boom
I find the playfulness appealing
That cat and mouse chase
On your mark, get ready, go
Send you a drink, see what the deal is
Held up your glass and blew a kiss, and took a sip
When you were finished, back to business
You and your girlfriends group up
This is how you draw them in
isn't that amaaaaaazing!
seriously, because you know what? you wanna know what i thought? yeah, i thought when i go to a club and i danced with my girlfriend that i was on a date with my girlfriend. and here we were really lookin' to get some attenshun mmmmmhmmm girlfriend.
well, in case you couldn't smell that. that was sarcasm.
yeah.
and the song brought up some memories too. and an observation that makes me giggle. the memory is of me with my girlfriend (and no jc, honey she's not my girlbestfriend, she was my love, my heart and some incredibly hot sex. das right!) dancing and men flocking.
now, i probably have to explain that she was hot. and she wasn't hot just because i loved her, she was just hot. and i'm not bigfoot or anything but not her kind of hot. and i was ok with that. but there was one thing that happened when we were dancing that not only confirmed exactly how hot she was but also tells me exactly how in love with her i was.
she.could.not.dance.
at all.
and the men still flocked to her. and i still took her dancing.
because let me tell you. i can dance. i don't mean like choreographed (although get a couple of beers in me and i will pull a fatboy slim/spike jonze 'i praise you' type stunt to whatever song is playing that will make you spit beer AND pee your pants) but i have rhythm, i can get down. and because i lovedlovedloved dancing so much in my twenties that i swore to myself that i would never date a guy (this was back in the days of denial) who could not dance. no way. not me. and so i just assumed that this would carry over to women, but i'd also NEVER been in love.
she could not dance.
at all.
and the men still flocked to her. and i still took her dancing.
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