There is something special about church dances, and something even more so about YSA dances. I kept being grateful my not-from-church (who are not culturally acclimatized to church dances) could not see that I was in attendance. YSAs gathering in the gym to dance badly to bad music is roughly equivalent to carrots floating in green jello on the scale of embarrassing mormon traditions.
And now, a word with some of the boys at this last dance (which was a pirate themed dance, no less).
Dear boy how dressed like Ducky from Pretty in Pink: I love you, and why did you disappear every time I went to look for you and dance with you? Especially since you were dancing all by yourself in the middle of the floor when I was busy? May I call you Ducky? Shhh, no, don't spoil it with your real name.
Dear boy who followed me around the entire dance: please stop that. No, really, for heavens sake, dance with someone else.
Dear boys from my branch who thought they were too cool to dance and just stood in a group: Wow. You look like a gaggle of girls. And you definitely don't look too cool to dance.
Dear guy dressed as Jack Sparrow: You are my hero. But I'm worried that you own that entire costume. On the plus side, I will never recognize you without the wig, so I guess you have that going for you.
And last, but certainly not least, a word with the very tall guy who did a mixture of ballet and swing moves, including at least one instance of jazz hands, for an entire song all alone. Amazingly, you pulled it off, in a way I never thought a guy could pull off a pirouette. Well done, mate. (I would kill to have had that dance on video)
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Seriously. I think there is something great about dances when you are a teen ager. But by YSA age it gets a little creepy. You need to be able to meet people in regular ways. Like, maybe they could have a church bar you could hang out at. Actually, doesn't everyone meet online now? I didn't realize they were still trying to hook people up in non-virtual settings. That's it! A virtual dance would fix this whole problem.
Beatrix164 has logged in to the dance.
Jack Sparrow is dancing a jig.
Duckie: Hey Beatrix, you wanna dance?
Beatrix164: No thanks.
Duckie: This is an incredibly romantic moment, and you're ruining it for me!
Beatrix164 has left the dance.
The church bar is a promising idea but people at bars in metropolitan areas are way too aloof and into themselves. My suggestion is a church pub, that's where the down-to-earth, real people are...cheers!!! Mine's a pint...
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