He Can Hop Along Back To Jerksville

| Friendly | October 31, 2014

(I am a large woman, but I am quite graceful and a pretty good dancer. I typically have a good time at these swing dances, but always encounter at least one jerk who doesn’t want to dance with the ‘fat girl.’ This night was no exception.)

Jerk: “Man, all of the girls tonight are newbies. None of them know how to Lindy!”

Me: “Oh, I love the Lindy Hop! It’s one of my favorites! Want to dance next song?”

Jerk: *snorts* “As IF I would dance with a cow like you! Stop trying to impress me by lying. I’m not interested.”

(At that moment, my friend, who is one of my favorite dance partners, walks by and stops dead in his tracks.)

Friend: “I’ll dance with you, [My Name].”

Jerk: “Come on, dude. She can’t dance!”

Friend: “I’ll take my chances.”

(We went out to the middle of the floor and we did a very complicated routine, all the while not breaking eye contact with the jerk. About half an hour later…)

Jerk: “So… do you want to—”

Me: “Nah. Remember, I can’t dance!”

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