So You Think You Can Dance?

All too often I’m afraid of looking stupid or silly.

I know what you’re thinking. “Aaron, you post pictures of yourself in a wife beater for a handful of people all the world to see on the Internet.” This is true, but the Web provides a certain layer of anonymity. Almost like it’s not really me doing it. But I’m talking about stepping out of my personal comfort zone. It’s just not something I do very often. Especially when it comes to — gulp — dancing.

I hated school dances because I suck at dancing. I am the White Man Shuffle, except I don’t even have that down. As I got older the school dances faded, but then everyone wanted to go clubbing. That was a nightmare for me. I hate techno music, I hate crowds and I hate trying to dance with strange women. I need to actually talk to a girl to know if I like her, and you can’t talk at those stupid clubs because of the music. And then after nightclubs there was weddings. It just goes on and on.

But this morning it’s just me and Will. After watching some of his favorite cartoons I was searching for something else on TV but it was slim pickings. Then I stumbled upon the country music channel blasting one of my favorite artists, Brad Paisley.

Will suddenly ceased his tornado-esque level of activity and just froze, staring at the screen. Soon a broad smile crept over his face and he began to rock back and forth on the couch. That rocking then turned to what I can only describe as toddler headbanging, as if he was in the car with Wayne and Garth listening to Bohemian Rhapsody.

I just started laughing hysterically watching him rock out like a mad man. Then he stopped for a second and looked at me like I had two heads, as if to say “How can you not dance to this music??” And I realized he was right.

So I picked him up and we danced like crazy. I don’t think it would’ve helped me move on to the next round in that dancing TV show and I sure as hell wasn’t dancing like a star, but I didn’t care. I was jumping around, singing, swinging him around like a ragdoll. And he absolutely loved it. He giggled harder than I’ve heard him laugh in a long time.

By the end of the song we were both out of breath. I just looked at him, smiling like a fool, and that’s when he turned his head and buried it in my chest while trying to wrap his arms around my shoulders.

Needless to say, there will be much dancing in my future. But I’m closing the shades…just in case!

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4 thoughts on “So You Think You Can Dance?

  1. Dude. Don’t talk to me about comfort. I just posted about my boners. I love the dancing thing. Dance your socks off bro. Kids bring out the best in us. Just don’t have a heart attack.

  2. What a cute image. Some of the best fun we have as a family is when spontaneous dancing erupts in our living room. My husband sucks, probably worse than you, but we let it fly and the kids think it’s hysterical. They’re 12,9 and 5. The lady across the street probably sees us through the window and thinks we’re nuts 🙂 Have fun!

  3. I couldn’t agree more about club. What a dilemma that was. The girls were there so I had to go, but I hated every second and never met a girl worth a shit. What a wasted youth. As for Dancing with will, kids have a great way of making us all feel carefree. It’s great.

  4. Isn’t that one of those little wisdoms passed on but never really appreciated?

    “Sing like nobody’s listening,
    Live like it’s Heaven on Earth,
    Work like you don’t need money,
    Love like you’ve never been hurt,
    And dance like no one’s watching.”

    Much to the amusement of my friends and consternation of my man, I do the first and last of those with reckless abandon, audience or no, lol.

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