God-fucking-Damnit, I don't want to dance.

i do not dance either, i have not yet gotten the knack for it, and when they taught dancing in school it was square dancing and the polka.
[all together now] oh yeah LIKE I AM going to use that!

square dancin’ fuck you! impatient rectal disease,worm licking motherfuckers, just because this is indiana, we all farm and after goat- felching, and makin moonshine, we go
and squar dance how about you blow me, you dog raping, asmmunching, drippy ambulating bedsore, go crawl into a hole and eat the contents of the outhouse!!!

Rachelle wrote:

I hate it when guys ask me to dance and I have to tell them no 3-4 times.

So you don’t like to waltz, eh? What’s your stand on 4-4 times?

Somebody name Wolfman and he doesn’t know why people think he’s a dancer?

Have you never heard of Wolfman Jack, the pan-universe radio announcer?

He’s clumsy as a bear, but just does it and has fun.
Works for me, too. Girls don’t like graceful dancers- they like to be the show-offs in some areas and this is one of them. Upstage your date, go home alone.

I’m white and listen to Agressive Music, my idea of dancing is beating you down if you get to close to me. Sorry but me on the dance floor is probably a very bad idea, but I will make an exception, you come to a Slayer show and get in the pit and I will go to a dance club and dance…what you don’t like that idea…Well know you know how I feel about dancing, so leave me alone.

Of course I’ve heard of The Wolfman Jack. A lot of the reason for my SN is the fact that I smoke way to much, and people used to tell me that I sound like him.

My OP was very venomous, and mostly a reaction to events that happened the night of the post, but have happened very often.

That senetence may have seemed a little out of the blue, so I’ll explain it a little. There are girls that are in my common group of friends. I made my move long ago, and they made it clear that they weren’t interested. Okay. They still wanted to be friends, well, not my favorite, but I can deal with that. The thing that pisses me off is that they spend half of the fucking night trying to get me to go out and dance with them. Are they actually attracted to me; of course not. Do they think that me dancing will enhance their dancing experience; no. They want me to go dancing with them, because I’m a semi-scary and intimidating looking guy, and they think me being on the dance floor will keep the losers from hitting on them all the time, by being able to grab my arm anytime the are aproached(which it probably will, truthfully) They want me to stand around like a fucking Rottweiler, while they use me to scare off the bad ones, and of course I’m expected to quickly jump out of the scene when a guy they like asks them to dance. The criterion to differenciate between a good guy and a bad guy taken from some Kafka-eske novel aparently because the wanted guy is clearly much more of a slimy asshole than the undisirable. But these stupid girls think that if they bat an eyelash at me I going to run out to stand like the Praetorian guard, ready to fight at their whim, as they pick that night’s fuck buddy. That attemped using of me, and thining I’m a damn moron, is what I’m seriously pissed off about.

Tell them that your price for acting like the Praetorian Guard is going into the restroom and fucking. Or going somewhere else and fucking. No reason to be picky.

I always dance, whether I “can” or not.
Hell if some yahoo is grabbing my girls hand and dragging her off while I sit at the table like a bored kid brother.

I LOVE to dance. It’s the only physical/athletic thing I do well. So I want to show off. All I’ve ever asked my SO to do is stand there, on the dance floor with me, and watch so I can show off for him. The hardest part of this is convincing him that I really don’t want him to dance if he doesn’t want to. He can even just stand to one side of the dance floor and I’ll stand on the edge next to him. He will slow dance with me, though. All snuggled up and swayin’ to the music…

I go to private parties for my dancing. The last time I was in a club, what passed for dance music sounded more like something that would sterilize squirrels at 50 paces!! And the pornographic laser-light show was a bit much!! The “dance music” around today is so bad that my group plays Disco to dance to!! And Disco Sucks! :slight_smile:

MomCat

So what is Wooden Dancing like?

<checks dates on last two posts>
Wow! a 2.75-year bump! :slight_smile:

If any of the others are still around, yes, thank you for your words. I too hate it when people don’t take no for an answer: whether it’s to drag me out onto the dance floor*, or offering me alcohol, or trying to get me to go to the company golf tournament… no means NO. End of story.

[sub]Not that that happens anymore.[/sub]

Not noticing the dates of the posts, I thought, “Oh Good God, who the H-E-L-L let Wildest Bill back into the saloon?”

Stop scaring me like that, Zombie Thread Master!

Wow, I remember this thread. Good fucking God, HPL. :stuck_out_tongue:

Wolfman’s OP was, and is, an all-time great.

I’m glad it got dragged up, because I, too hate the idea of dancing. And I hate when people try to drag me on the dance floor, cause I “really want to”. No, I fucking don’t. Fortunately, the wide ass I don’t want to shake provides excellent ballast against someone trying to pull me on to the dance floor. Plus, I wear my combat boots out. And I’m not dancing in my boots. HELL no.

I HATE crowded places
I HATE loud places
I HATE crappy thwump music
I HATE hot, crowded loud places playing crappy thwump music

And most off all, I hate being badgered to dance on top of the fact that I don’t want to be there in the first place. No, its not out of embarrassment…I can be rather exhibitionist when I want to. Its out of “this-is-stupid-the-music-sucks-I"m-hot-and-you’re-bothering-me”

The only time I saw Superchunk play live, I was too transfixed by Laura’s beauty to move or even blink. I am in love.

Since Coldfire’s initial “get an annoying yet appropriate song stuck in everyone’s head” bit has probably worn off by now, I’ll start over:

I’m never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm

So I’m never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

I don’t mind dancing. Not good at it, but it’s fun from time to time. I don’t even mind women asking me to dance.

What I do mind is when the same women who wouldn’t dance with me last week, when I asked them, suddenly start asking me to dance this week when I’ve shown up at the club with a date. That’s right, last week when I was alone and wanted to dance, I wasn’t worth the time. This week I have a woman sitting beside me, and all of a sudden I’m the mst popular potential dance partner in the club.

Scram!

I was about to post about how I totally agree with the OP, when I came across a post by… me. Three years back.

Creepy.

The re-animation of this thread was somewhat my responsibility. There is a thread on dancing in IMHO, and I linked back to this thread rather than typing my thoughts again(and my thoughts arn’t exactly IMHO material obviously), So it’s not like it was resurected completely out of the blue by HPL, as I gave it the first signs of life.