A lot of people don’t understand why I’m so terrified to dance.
Let me just tell you right now that if you’re a guy and you know me, you don’t want to read this, lol.
I think dancing is one of the most romantic and fantastic things people can do (i’m talking like, waltzing). My heart longs to dance. But I won’t let myself dance, not for a long time. I say fiancee, but I feel like if I knew the relationship I was in was heading for marriage I would be ok with it. But that’s another story. The point is, I’m not going to be dancing for a long, long time, even though I want to so, so badly.
I just know if I danced with someone I’d give him my heart. My waist is definitely one of those places that I don’t want to be touched at by just anyone. I don’t know why, there’s just something about it. So dancing, which is romantic, with someone’s hand on my waist, which is also romantic, is just a time bomb for my heart to go insane and leave me hurt.
Look at the movies. They always are super romantic and fall in love during the dances. (Lakehouse. Sleeping Beauty. Cinderella. Beauty and the Beast.) I just can’t do it. Even though everything in me wants to dance…I need to honor my husband and guard my heart. And if that means denying myself an-innocent-for-others-to-do waltz, then so be it.
Yeah. Sorry. I’m in a, “Man, I really want to dance…” mood, and figured that if I wrote down some of my thoughts on it I’d remind myself why that’s a horrible idea to be floating around in my head. Good night :)