Being a man who doesnae dance I am forced, at parties etc, to grin and bear the constant requests and arm pulling and are you shy/don't be shy/bladeebla bullshit. I'm not shy. At least not in this case. I'm just not the dancing type. It holds no appeal for me. Like mountain biking or charity work.
I've had to put up with this bullshit since I was old enough to walk, and especially since I hit my late teens & twenties, so it's no biggy. The problem is that a new weapon's been added to the arsenal of "come dance" harrasment that gets thrown at me. Namely this dancing-in-front-of-me-while-mouthing-the-words shite like I'm suddenly gonna go "Oh so thats what you meant by dancing! In that case stand back bitch cause daddy's got a move he needs to bust"
I don't mind being the grumpy wall-flower at parties I've grown comfortable with this role, but I can't bring myself to be rude. Which means everytime someone comes and dances in front of me I feel obliged to smile and laugh and pretend it's not really, collossally fucking annoying. The come-hither finger curl and windscreenwiper "no-no" finger motion particularly grate on me.
Seeing as how I don't really like parties anyway this is starting to make them almost unbearable. I may just give up the ghost altogether and flatout refuse to go to these shindigs.
Christ hating everyone and everything is just getting easier and easier.
