How Dancing Turned Me Into a Chick Magnet
Are You Fun or Boring?
On Saturday, I attended my co-worker's wedding. The dancing started right after dinner, and while I normally give dancing a miss, the combination of friendly atmosphere and high level of alcohol in my blood made me join the fun.
Shortly after I stormed the dancing floor, they started playing "Play That Funky Music White Boy" and it really got me going.
Well... I was like minding my own business and doing my "thang" (sadly, it was more of a "thang" than real dancing), when the DJ suddenly announced, "I think we've just found our funky white boy, check this guy out!" And when I started looking for this guy, I discovered that he was talking about me!
Needless to say, thirty seconds or so after this somewhat surprising development, I had a video camera pointed at me, and scores of really fine-looking ladies dancing around me and vying for my attention.
Did it make me nervous? On the contrary! That was like a shot of confidence straight to the brain!
I spent a long time on that dancing floor, twisting, swinging and chicken-dancing with many honeys (bride included), and finished the evening with some phone numbers, a big smile on my face, and a really nasty headache.
As a side note, I should add that during that dancing (or whatever you call it) session, a lot of women complimented me on the way I looked and the way I was dressed.
This morning, I also found out that I am now known to all of my co-workers as "the funky white boy."
The reason I'm telling you this story is because I think I'm a horrible dancer. I don't know if I got all the attention because I did something right, or because I was so goofy nobody could have ignored me. The truth is that it doesn't really matter.
I've discovered my true purpose in life and I shall frequent the dance-clubs downtown and show everybody what the funky white boy can do!