So king of spain if you are out with the girls, do you (or single friends if you aren’t) want guys to come up and get jiggy with you, to be left alone, or do you prefer to go up and get jiggy with them. I’ve always kind of wondered that. Most of my women friends end up making fun of everyone that tries to dance with them.
I love to dance, and fortunately I’m quite good at it. That wasn’t always the case of course - it’s been a gradual upwards progression from unskilled and extremely self-conscious.
Hey, anyone else hate people who attempt to dance with drinks in hand?
I’m a straight woman too, and I’m guilty of making fun of guys that try to dance with me. You know why? In every club I’ve ever been in, they almost never ask - they either sidle up and give me the “eye” (“hey sweet thing, does my dance of love make you horny? can you handle my gyrating crotch? I’m going to surreptitiously grab your ass now, by the way”), or just mount and commence humping away. The latter is obviously far grosser than the former (I’m not a grinding-type dancer with a perfect stranger, generally) but both are so icky and arrogant. Damn it, whatever happened to “would you like to dance?” I think I’ve been asked to dance maybe twice, and was so charmed that I hit the dance floor with 'em right away.
So yeah, if some sweaty drunk guy with a chubby pounces on me from behind and starts grinding away like a crack-addled schnauzer in heat, I reserve the right to tell his friends that their epileptic friend with the acorn-sized-stiffy is about to bite his tongue off.
Maybe that’s just me. Oh, and I have no problem asking a guy to dance, just by the way - as I’m involved, though, trolling for men isn’t my agenda too much anymore.
Yup, I’m one of the few guys you’ll see voluntarily getting up at weddings to dance. I’ve been told I’m a good dancer – I don’t know if that’s true, I feel pretty self-conscious out on the dance floor and sure feel like I’m flailing about like I’m having a seizure – but I enjoy it nonetheless. As long as it ain’t:
- country (including the Electric Slide);
- the Chicken Dance;
- the Hokey Pokey; or,
- the Macarena,
I’m in.
I’m with phailure, although after enough cocktails, I don’t worry that I’m pathetic. I will dance if the princess is persistent enough. I would say I probably resemble a dancing grizzly.
That makes perfect sense Gundy. I could see where just some random guy coming up and trying to dance with you would be not only annoying but just plain rude. Those people usually deserve to get made fun of.
An Zanshin, I’ll give you the Macarena, but the Electric Slide is ok if heavily intoxicated, but how could you pass up the Chicken Dance or the Hokey Pokey. It’s so silly and requires very little skill. That and it’s just plain fun.
After enough cocktails, I’m thinking I’m Danny Freakin’ Tarrio. But you know, straight and with a better fashion sense.
GAH! How could you remind me of that…that…abomination? Now I’ve got to go get the memory out of my head somehow. I know! Polo mallets!
I LOVE dancin’. Cha-cha’s my favorite dance of all time, but I’ll waltz, salsa, samba, rumba, tango, swing, or just plain ol’ boogie the night away too. 
As far as seeing guys dancin’, I’ve seen plenty of them dancing in gay bars. I’ve even danced with gay guys in gay bars. Man that’s fun. I don’t think I’ve seen two straight fellas dancin’, but if I did, I’d think it was cool and cheer them on before I try to cut in and make it a threesome. 
So, any of you fellas wanna virtually dance?
Well, there you are. I never knew what “Getting Jiggy With It” meant before tonight. I’d heard the expression, but I never knew. Gotta love this place!
Also, it’s nice to know that there are so many guys who actually like to dance. (I myself am a disaster. I threw up on my very first day of Saturday afternoon dancing lessons, in the middle of the class, and it’s only gone downhill from there!)
Actually, the phrase was popularised by an abominable Will Smith cover of an older song called, yes, Getting Jiggy Wit’ It
The song is so bad that most people I know understand the phrase to be a reference to dancin’ like a fool 
Na na na na na na…
Narrad, thanks for letting me know the history of the phrase. Dance on!