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The best part of school life for me was the dances.
I
fucking love dancing. It's like I'm inputting all of the pent-up rage,
angst, good times and "fuck yeah's" of the week into a complicated
display of kinetic energy. A human's basest instinct is to move, and
when you add music, I feel like I can set the world on fire with my
moves and everything is right.
The closeness to another girl
when you're letting loose is like a white-hot kindle of intimacy and
dirtiness at the same time that can only be experience firsthand. It's
like I'm tapping into the emotional wavelength of everyone on the dance
floor when I bust out, and I can speak with my shoulders and legs
instead of words.
I don't have to say, "would you like to
dance". I make eye-contact, swivel my shoulders, do a few teasing steps
forwards towards the girl and then retract back to say "If you want it,
come and get it".
I repeat, I fucking love dancing.
Too bad my prom date didn't.
Shittiest
night of the year, and one of the last to boot. I could have danced
with any other girl that night. I even got invited to dance with the
other girls. But no, I had to be a white knight and obsesses over
whether my shut-in date was having a good time or not.
;_;
Why'd she have to fuck up my groove, /v/? |