Alright then... Here it is again.
Tonight. (New Year's Eve)
Me. Shaking my booty for the New Year.
Guy: (comes up to me, out of the crowd, leering into my face while I continue to dance) Are you looking for a guy or not?
(So much for romance. So much for funny pick up lines. I suppose the direct approach is in vogue now. I'm surprised he didn't just ask me if I wanted to fuck.)
Me: Um. No, thank you, but I think she might be.
Crazy.
Kind of funny.
A little bit sad.
Definitely weird.
Hello January.
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Oh! I did read that before you took it down. But I thought it was great, and it didn't strike me as "ugly" or "harsh" at all ... so I thought I must have missed something else! I'm glad you put it back up though. It's a funny moment, worth capturing.
People are ... strange ... and wonderful, and sad, and ...
Thanks Shannon. It was a funny moment. I think it's using that damn "fuck" word (which is the only apt description of what he wanted) that made me uncomfortable, only because I really meant fuck, with the word fuck - hey? (which thought makes me uncomfortable). I've got such a love/hate relationship with that word. It's kind of funny; I'm very particular about my "fuck" usage.
My sister just called. She just read my New Year's Eve post and said, "My goodness Angela. What language!"
Yes, older sister, I know.
Fuck.
Tee hee.
Now that's a good "fuck".
I do have to second that opinion- that was funny, crazy, wee bit sad & weird! I have to comment on the title of this blog though: I LOVE TO DANCE TOO!! I have to quote my wee Super-Gran " Ach Dani- my toe was a tapping & I had to dance!" I think it's genetic- she is 80+ & I'm 20+ years old ( to put it delicately) & both of us can't resist bustin' a move just about anywhere.
Ok one more thing- Ang- I just had a scary moment- on Help TV they were giving advice on how to handle delicate situations with co-workers & the suggested going to website that allows a person to send anonymous emails to people. YIKES! I will now forever live in dread of the anonymous email-"Hey Danielle- we think you are smelly. Could you please Fabreeze yourself?" & then I'll spend the rest of the time eyeing up my co-workers alternately checking my armpits, shoes & breath!
So I look forward to reading more! & call me when you want to bust it!
Wham!
Good times, good times. You are my favorite dance partner.
Hey, I got your back. I'll let you in on any Fabreeze necessary situations before they occur.
Yeah. I totally dig your discomfort with The Word. (Wait, that makes it sound like the Bible.) The "f-word". But I'm farther down the path than you, I think. I'm all: fuck it! I almost never use it when I speak. But writing brings out my nasty.
Because sometimes, there just is no other word that will do the job. And I'm also one-part rebellious. Even at 30.
Also, there's something about still loving/being loved and swearing that I'm trying on. Like, I think I thought for a long time that God couldn't love me if I swore, and that no one would know that I loved Her by my potty mouth. Now I really think that She couldn't give a rat's ass. I think saying "fuck" with some people can sometimes even be the most loving thing I could do.
I'm dead serious.
I hear you Shannon. If I said "fuck" in an argument I would feel terrible, but in using it in my everyday language, I feel somehow as if it has less power over me. It's a good word for sex too - not just the selfish, grasping sex that the guy at the bar wanted, but fun, intimate sex. I hate the term "making love" - It makes me want to vomit with its over used insincerity. So really, "fuck" is such a great, freeing word at moments, and a binding, frightening one at others. Still love it, but I have a suspicion I will outgrow it eventually, or at least only pull it out as my favorite party trick.
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