I used to be that girl who first showed up at the dances and was one of the last to leave. I could dance all night. I'd be sore in the morning but I really loved the dancing.
Then I turned 21 and the dancing was turned dark. Bitchy drunk women on the dance floor and men who misinterpreted a good dance move for a free grope ruined the fun. It became a serious business to others that I wasn't feeling. My dancing became less recent until it completely slipped away.
I married a non dancer. We've only danced once. At a cousins wedding. It was a change partners dance. He really hated it. He ended up desperately grasping for me in a crowd. I ended up stepping on the bride's dress. Didn't tear it, but left a mark. It was a disaster.
So when I tell you this is no small thing, you'll know I'm not kidding. When I hit my goal weight, I told him I get to go dancing. With him. I will drag him to a floor and we will dance and have fun. It's special enough that he can't talk his way out of it.
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