It is well-known among my family and friends that I value my personal space. I wouldn’t say I’m an unaffectionate person, but it does take a while for me to be comfortable enough around someone before openly handing out hugs. You can imagine my discomfort-verging-on-horror, then, when I read this post over at The Gloss about two dudes who kissed or carried total strangers for some kind of…research, I guess? Social experiment or not, I would’ve reacted much more negatively than many of the ladies in the videos.
You know how people say to dance as if nobody’s watching when they’re trying to inspire you to include some amount of whimsy into your life? And at first you’re like, “No, absolutely not,” but then you reconsider, and suddenly you’re all, “Yeah. YEAH! Dance like nobody’s watching! I’ll dance whenever I want, in whatever way I want, regardless of people staring or taking pictures or laughing at me and not with me.” After all, life is about being yourself and feeling good about that, right?
I agree that life is about being yourself, but I feel best about myself when I’m not dancing in public. I am just so wildly embarrassed by dancing in front of anybody or with anybody. I’ve got like, two moves, and even then I feel like a tool while implementing them. Luckily (is it sad that I say ‘luckily’?), I don’t find myself in too many situations where dancing/public awkwardness is required, but then there are weddings.
There was a pretty big crowd at my friend’s wedding reception a few weeks ago. The music was blasting through the hall and the dance floor was hoppin’ (yep, I talk like I’m Richie Cunningham from Happy Days on a regular basis), but I wasn’t one of the partygoers out there busting moves. I was happy sitting at the table talking with other wedding guests.
The groom—a friend I’ve known since I was five—wasn’t likin’ it. He pulled me from the safety of my chair and led me to the floor where his parents and their friends were dancing to some Cee Lo Green song. He wanted me to have fun, so I tried to feel comfortable. I swayed a little bit, made small talk, wanted so badly to look as though I was having a good time when all I could think about was how silly I felt.
Two days ago I lied about having a boyfriend. I don’t do this, ever. This is one of those things I do not like to do. I do not want to feel like I have to lie about having a boyfriend to get out of an uncomfortable situation. Before I get to this story, here is an example of a situation in which I could have lied about having a boyfriend but I didn’t.
I was in Las Vegas in May, walking around with some of my dearest blogger friends, when we were approached by two men. One guy went right up to a friend of mine; the other went to me. This man stopped me and said, “Can I ask you three questions and you answer honestly?”
“Does this one count?” I deadpanned. He paused. He didn’t get it. So he asked again, “Can I ask you three questions and you answer honestly?”
When in Vegas, right? “Okay,” I said.
“One. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Really? “No,” I said.
It’s natural to be a little nervous about going on a first date. People who normally appear to be confident and well-adjusted suddenly begin to question their outfits, their go-to icebreakers and their favorite bars and restaurants when faced with making a good first impression. But compared to Marla Pachter’s allergy concerns, these worries are small potatoes. Over at HowAboutWe, Pachter tells us what it’s like to date when you’re allergic to everything.
and I spend all my time hoping you’ll drop by.”
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