August 12, 2005
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Life is funny. I never thought, growing up, that I’d be taking dance lessons. I always thought dance lessons were for sissys. Hell, … even now, I imagine if my future son were to ask me if he can take dance lessons, I’d probably whoop his ass silly and then immediately proceed to take him to a titty bar.
But yet, here I am. A month and change before I’m to get married, taking fucking dance lessons. You believe that?? And the ironic thing is this. I remember when my other friends got married, and their chicks made them take dance lessons, I laughed at them sooo much! As each one got married, almost every single one of them took dance lessons. And every single time this happened, I made fun of them incessantly. I got such pleasure out of poking fun at this. But I guess that only serves me right. Cuz here I am, on my only day off, spending an hour or two with my chick trying to be fucking Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
GAY. GAY. GAY.
I never thought that I’d ever, EVER take dance lessons. Especially because this whole thing is solely to prepare for just 2 minutes of a wedding. Then again, I never imagined that the first dance during the wedding would be such a big deal. I figured that I’d just get up there and slow dance like I used to during my seventh grade school dance. But I guess that’s why chicks are different from guys.
The funny thing is this. All those weddings that I went to before, when I saw the newly wed couple dancing, the thought that the couple might have taken dance lessons never crossed my mind. And I guess that makes this whole thing even sadder. No one will even notice that all this painstaking effort went into that 2 minutes of dancing.
And as I’m standing there, trying to move my hips the “Latin way,” to the rumba steps, … I start to wonder how in the world I found myself in this position. And the only thing I can recall about this whole thing is of how my finance went and booked the lessons without telling me. And then simply just told me that we needed to go because she already paid for them. I guess somehow that made sense to me, as I didn’t want to waste money. It’s only now, that I realize what a sneaky little fucker she was.
But whatever. There’s something else I realized. I’m a good fucking dancer.
Comments (31)
damn man. do you get to wear a tutu?
PUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH….you called susie a sneaky little fucker!!! ahahahahahahahahahah
*snap* thats the sound of susiesuperstars whip.
i didnt know guys took dance lesson for their first dance either… thanx for the info… if i ever get engaged ill be sure to make him take dance lessons with me =D
your finance? you know, even after all these lessons, you will end up reverting to the tried and true junior high school method. you know what i’m talking about.
dude, wouldn’t you rather look good dancing in your own reception in front of everyone than to look stupid and clumsy?
ever see shall we dance? it’s always impressive to the ladies when we find out a man can dance. we didn’t take lessons before our wedding and i think we both totally regret that. good for you!
For the record, I never took dance lessons before my wedding. Just because you’re a pansy, don’t try to bring everyone else down with you.
hahahahah (laughing at you, not with you)
Okay, I must just not be a girly girl…or I didn’t want the wrath or dirty looks…but we didn’t take dance lessons. We just…danced. We were a bit on the tipsy side anyhow…so I am unsure how much those lessons would have paid off with the amount of alcohol my husband consumed.
I remember one of the weddings we went to…the couple did some sort of stupid line dance. Serves them right. They got divorced. Okay, I am being rude. I hated the girl…and now my friend is happier with my maid of honor. LOL.
holy crap! we didn’t have enough time to get dance lessons, but I really wished we got them! my husband would have put up a fit and probably would have kept it under wraps.
i guess we know who wears the pants huh?
Rumba steps??? Are you and Susie planning on getting down and dirty with the lambada or something??
great, you’re bringing back the “scarecrow” dance…
hahahaha… good luck. i didn’t stop feeling anxious until after the first dance.
i told you to stop telling people how fucking good you think you are. you’re building expectation….. babo.
Ummm thanks as you’ve further spread this dance-class plague to Xanga. Somewhere, sometime some chick is going to hold your post up as proof that her husband-to-be should be Fred Astaire.
ahahahahaha, funny. now do the cha-cha!
lol…you wouldn’t want to look goofy on your wedding reception, not knowing how to dance …lol
El oh el.
Dude, thats cause you are already being HEN-PECKED ! get ready for a fucking like of slavery… dance classes ! ha ! show her who the boss is and take her to the titty bar
i would drag my bf to dance lessons. but i also dragged him to swedish massage lessons, where we’d practice on each other’s backs, etc. be creative!
Hey now. Watch it.
hey, my friend from LA is gonna be performing at 3rd Floor Cafe next week. He’s pretty good… Go check out his performance. Here are the details. http://www.xanga.com/funbobbo
See, that’s the kind of reaction most guys have to things like dance lessons and make-up for wedding photo shoots… My fiance was actually really excited about the whole thing… kinda scares me.
i’m not doing the “gay peace sign thing” you douche-bag! it’s bunny ears. btw, i’m gonna kick your ass when i see you in vegas!!
oh please…..u never left my fan club!!!! haha good seeing ya! definitely should all hang out again soon!
shut up baldy!
hey jack-ass, stop writing vulgar shit on my page. i’m trying to keep it G-rated since church people started going on it.
i got fitted yesterday.
no problem mr. butt pirate.
Have a grrrrreat time in Vegas. But not too great. ha.