I’ve been making more of an effort lately to be something that resembles social. This may come as a shock, but until a few days ago, I had never been to a club, or out dancing. Even in my college days, never did it. It wasn’t because there was a lack of that kind of thing in Columbia, MO (quite the opposite), but I was scared that I wasn’t a good dancer, and didn’t want to make an idiot of myself.
That, and being a pre-veterinary student at the time, kind of killed the excessive social interaction idea. That course load, and my job, didn’t leave a whole lot time for much else.
So, imagine my panic when a most delightful gentleman asks me if I want to go dancing at a 70’s themed club. My brain went through about ten different shocked responses and semi-rehearsed refusals (again, because I do NOT want to make an idiot of myself). But then, I stopped, and asked myself this question.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Well…
I. Had. An. AMAZING. Time!
Am I a good dancer? Heck no. Did I have a hell of a lot of fun? Heck yeah! I haven’t laughed that much in ages. My dancing partner was the most patient teacher I’ve ever had for that kind of thing.
10/10…would totally do that again!
Hilary