So last night was the first time I went country line dancing. Went with two of my coworkers, Amanda and Janelle. It was a pretty long drive for us, about 40 miles from work. I know you're thinking "isn't there some place closer?" and yes, you're right. There are closer places, but we went to this particular one because we had heard it was opening night. Plus our local country music station morning DJ was going to be there. I figured cool, we might get free prizes and such.
We arrived there and fortunately for me, the dancers were doing the electric slide. This is probably the most basic line dances I can do, I mean.. come on... it's electric! We do this all the time at weddings, cheesy birthday parties, new years eve. You get my drift. So it was a good way to shake off my first-time dancing fears.
After the first dance we went to the bar to get a drink, sit down and watch the other dancers two-step. I was the DD for the night, so I only ordered a sprite. I was sitting down with Amanda, watching Janelle smile politely at the old man twirling her on the dance floor to a pace not matching the beat, when all of a sudden the waitress came up to me. "There's a man sitting at the bar over there who wants to buy you a drink. What would you like?" I blink a few times, then finally point to myself and say "Who ME?" I mean, I was seriously shocked because a) I thought that only happens in movies b) If anything, I would think Amanda would get the offer since she's way prettier/stylish than me. So, I'll admit. It felt good. I was like WOW this is crazy. But what was I going to say if I wasn't really drinking that night? Do I just say, sure I'll have another sprite? Hmmm. So I told the waitress to tell the guy thank you for the offer, but that I wasn't drinking tonight (and I still had a full glass of soda). She left to deliver the message, and meanwhile I felt a little paranoid from then on. Like every time I would get back on the dance floor I thought, oh gosh is he watching? who is it? is he cute?
There were some serious hotties there, but sadly the only ones on the dance floor were the older folks. One guy, who I nicknamed Tall Boy, was like 6'10" and holy momma he was fiiiiine. Anyway, after another session of fast-paced line dances that I failed to pick up, I finally flagged down the waitress again and asked who the drink guy was. She had an "I'm sorry" look to her as she told me it was a guy who looked to be in his 50's. Okay, I'm not trying to offend anyone, but that's like my dad's age and I'm sorry, but that is just NOT okay with me. Yuck. So whatever, I still had a good time, watching Janelle and Amanda ride the mechanical bull, and we got to see our favorite morning radio DJ. I noticed he had no ring on his finger, and I'm slightly obsessed with him now. I mean, the guy can dance, and he actually stood next to me during one of the line dances. I was a little nervous but he is so fun and easy going.
Old man ended up approaching me and revealing his identity. He gave me some compliments and I politely said thank you. But once he started asking "where do you live?" and "can we exchange numbers?" I was like... ummmmm no. Haha. Dangit... why can't I ever get a normal, young, good looking man to hit on me? I swear, I'm a weirdo magnet. Despite all that, I had a blast and I'm sure I'll be adding country line dancing in addition to my swing dancing routine.
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I hear ya I think I've had 1 guy my age hit on me in the last five years! The rest are all old enough to be my dad! DAM IT anyhow!