tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post4945246048084917641..comments2021-04-24T03:27:48.720-07:00Comments on Mischievous Sweethearts: Why Do We Dance? Three Behavior Patterns.FoxyLovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503540061697713995noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-40651761965853214332011-02-13T01:41:09.104-08:002011-02-13T01:41:09.104-08:00I’m not a dancing person in public. I prefer to si...I’m not a dancing person in public. I prefer to sit and watch other people enjoy themselves but whilst doing so I am conscious that I am being labelled as 'boring'. Each to their own I always say.<br /><br />I dance, and sometimes even sing badly! : O, when I’m by myself. Its just who I am.Vovinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03040535889568962510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-75408952406676737042011-02-09T23:48:32.560-08:002011-02-09T23:48:32.560-08:00Malice, sounds to me the girl was a wonderful Hone...Malice, sounds to me the girl was a wonderful Honest Dancer who was very much aware of how good she was at it.<br />Wildcat, I also like to sit and just watch the dancing happen sometimes. It depends on the feeling, really. But it's fascinating every time, people can show a lot of who they are by dancing, even things they consciously wouldn't want to show, and all that without saying a single word!FoxyLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01503540061697713995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-11991355353899158232011-02-09T10:54:59.424-08:002011-02-09T10:54:59.424-08:00Dancing is one of those social behaviours I enjoy ...Dancing is one of those social behaviours I enjoy watching but not partaking in. If there's a party going on, you'll find me sat quietly in a corner, looking on and being an 'inhibitionist'. It's fascinating to see people having fun and expressing themselves, and interesting to watch the social dynamics and body language, especially as alcohol starts to loosen folks up. Even just examining the effort chameleons and exhibitionists put into their every movement is exhausting, but somehow watching an honest dancer is like seeing poetry in motion because they're not stifled by expectations or limitations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-80440396297056146162011-02-09T08:38:21.231-08:002011-02-09T08:38:21.231-08:00i remember one night at the pub...
nothing unusual...i remember one night at the pub...<br />nothing unusual, just the friday night gang gathering for a drink.<br />i was sitting at a table in the corner, sippin me wine, smokin me cigars, not giving a fuck about them labels you were mentioning regarding the 3rd type, while everybody was up there, dancing and knocking themselves out trying to play one of the three roles you were talkin about. <br />i was enjoying myself just sitting there and proping my head on the table, staring at whatever. that is until my sight stumbled upon her. <br />she was tall, suple and smoothly moving to the sound of liquido's narcotic. nothing out of ordinary so far. but then something happend. i noticed a detail taht blew my mind off for some reason. she was dancing with her 'eyes wide shut'. and in a moment full of magic™, as though she wanted to glut my view, she opened her eyes in a slow motion blink, just enough to let the spark out and set me on fire, and looked straight into mine, like she felt i was watching her and wanted to put a spell on me. which she did. cuz i found it very hard to take my eyes off her, but even harder to make the smallest move, for i strangely started to shake to the core, my heart was pumping like i've climbed a mountain, but coulnd't go further down in the valley of delight. it's like i was paralysed. <br />meanwhile, next song started to play, ocs - cine e de vina?, which was yet another mind fucking song to dance to, and she was doing it right, singing it and playing the innocent devil responsible for my state of mind. with a evilish smile on her face and the eyes closed, of course. and the certainty that she's got me mesmerized.<br />by the time i managed to snap out of it and get a grip on myself, the music got really lame and boring, and she got lost somewhere in the pub. though we cought a couple more glimpses, and while i got a couple more glasess to get me going, the time was too late and the moment was all gone, so she took off, left me wondering what was she thinking of when dancing in her own neverland...<br />anyways, could this be possible that she was somekind of mixture between all three kinds of 'dancers'? because it seemed that she was really enjoying to dance, not in the middle of the crowd, but next to it, and surely loved to get the attention, though she looked like being kinda isolated in her own world.<br />and i wonder if in some cases the chemical reactions you get in this kind of situations can be too dangerous, just like a strong drug that knocks you off, cuz there sure was something in that blink of the eye that left me stupefied. or just stupid.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18231331594921903786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-1229973526025402292011-02-09T01:27:02.278-08:002011-02-09T01:27:02.278-08:00Most people don't comprehend the complexity of...Most people don't comprehend the complexity of "enjoying yourself", it can be done in so very many ways! ;)FoxyLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01503540061697713995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097246328543352380.post-84277140362913391082011-02-09T01:25:12.614-08:002011-02-09T01:25:12.614-08:00And the funny thing is Honest Dancers are sometime...And the funny thing is Honest Dancers are sometimes seen as the socially awkward ones. Especially because they don't need to join the crowd to dance or even when in a crowd, they can dance alone. I've been pittied, hit on or kindly scolded by "friends" for dancing on my own on many occasions. Because, you know, having fun is a social activity and it doesn't equal enjoying yourself. /:)Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16698109574915857219noreply@blogger.com