Truth: I pretty much murder the dance floor.
Confession: I don't know how in the world to dance. Natta. Zip. Zilch. (anyone want to teach me??)
But the other night I had the chance to go with a couple gals to a country dance. Think old ranch families. Loud music. Smooth moves.
And plenty of cuteness.
Now all the mama bears that have watched me "grow up" on my blog and pretty much make sure I stay in line (you know who you are), don't bug out yet. I've got more to post. ;-)
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I wasn't sure what to expect at the dance. I really didn't know if anyone would ask me and truth be told, I am actually pretty insecure about sitting through entire dances and never being asked. Probably because this has happened to me before.
But the other side of my insecurity? I'd rather hide in the back corner, nibbling my lip and disappear behind the tall old man, then put myself on the edge, waiting for Mr. Cute and Eager to ask me to dance.
What can I say? I have an insecurity complex. Or as one guy told me that night, I live "in a bubble." Yeah, dude, what's your point?
So I stood on the edge of that dance floor, trying not to look obvious. Trying to not cross my arms and appear stiff and unapproachable. All the while hoping with 70% that I would get to dance. And 30% begging for a good excuse to run off and hide.
Did I dance? Yes, I did. And it was so fun. And even learned a simple step... and experienced something I've never had before: the glimpse of hope.
Before you old married folk scoff at me, let me explain. I may be only of an age that doesn't lend a great deal of experience in the "dating" department, but let me just say that our community holds very little to be desired in the way of possible prospects. At least not of my standards. What little social events I attend, I've never been given a great deal of a second glance. Does this make me vain? I don't let it. Is it discouraging? You betcha.
I know I haven't lived long enough to meet everyone there is to meet. I know I might wait years more. But Saturday night, after dancing four dances, two with different partners, I can say I have a bit more hope now. So often in our world, guys don't seem interested in young women like me. Can anyone else relate? ((♪♫All the single ladies, all the single ladies, put your hands up!♫♪)) So when I got the chance to dance with someone from my own generation, my heart lifted just a little.
Does this mean I have unrealistic expectations now? That in 6 months I'll be married? Um no. Trust me Mama Bears, I've got my head screwed on straight. I speak here to the hearts of the young women waiting on the side lines, scared to put a bit of their desires out there.
There is no harm in wanting to dance. To join the fun and desire a good time. But don't let your swift emotions in that moment of partnership on the dance floor give you unrealistic dreams or expectations. Don't be afraid to allow your heart the freedom to dream. God gives those to us, those desires for a divine purpose. Follow His plan, claim His dreams as your dreams and let yourself dance. You'll be glad you did. Trust me, from this insecure earthly shell... you'll be glad.
**Side note: why the part 1? Because part 2 is my response to the guy who asked for my number. ;-)**