last Saturday for religious married a good friend from school. My husband was sick, so I went alone to the ceremony and the subsequent great tone. No I'd miss this event for the world! For a change, I got a few minutes late to church. After the ceremony and see my friend happy leaving the arm of her husband's Germany, with joy I saw other familiar faces of friends from school. Hugs and kisses later, I find that also arrived late, as it is a convention in Lima women today. Two of them I have a husband, the other to his friend and another was alone, everyone asked about Alfre and so updates of our lives, we went to the party group.
Arriving at the house where the party was, ours was the table of "the girls in school" and was obviously a table pairs. I, like all good married woman took place at the table too. Sure, the girl home from school was assigned one table of "singles", but as we arrived early and looked empty table, she chose to sit with us, total, Alfre not come and had an empty site. This friend and I were then to be official partner dancing, we both laughed, I thought it was a joke.
The guests were arriving and the table of "singles" became the "German table" by the Peruvian-German couples and singles and handsome German who sat there. The only empty seat at that table was for my friend and next single Teutonic gentleman. And saw my married friend and me pushing the single friend to position itself on the table: if this is where, if the leg is good, that if even a kiss, etc. My friend, apart from being single, has no "commitment" for a long time, understand.
When this friend was about to accept our good advice, wham, another single taken place. It was a subtle truth, first came to greet friends in plan, then other smiles here and there, a movidito hair, an "I'm tired of tacos" and just like that I was sitting at the table. No way, my friend ran out of bank and gully (bone in my table) and remember the promise of dancing together that night, I kept thinking it was a joke. They
boyfriends, parents talked, we provide for them and the party began. My friend's single, which spring, he turned to get me to dance. I said timidly that no, the next song, but she did not believe in anyone jua! which brings me to dance. The truth is that I felt strange being in the middle of the courtyard, all set (the corset on my dress was a serious test) and in block 9, dancing with another woman almost a foot taller than me ... (My friend I 1.90my measures 1.60m).
The last time I danced with another girl was 3 years ago in a girls out of this marriage the bride and her friends from college. After several mojitos over, we went to Headquarters and had a re-pump. I always liked going to the headquarters every time I went with my friends, put the music I loved, danced and loved and with whom he wanted and even when I felt like it (was 4 blocks from where he lived and could return to foot and without fear of running into a rapist taxi driver).
As a club "open" at Headquarters we were not viewed as "single triggered" or "greedy grooms looking for" girls just want to have fun with girls, as opposed to any other club for heterosexuals that I have never needed to bum or two that if they see you dancing alone or in groups to start you on the following Dialogue:
bum - Hey skinny, why alone? (Body language did your salvation baby)
YOU:
- Alone? Can not you see I'm with my friends? (Mental note: so stupid piece!)
Up here the average tramp realizes that not going to get even thank you if you continue with thick, so it changes its strategy.
bum - not you see with boyfriend ... and a girl so pretty ...
you offer him a smile to plan now can you give long and turned around, while your friends laugh shit of poor obtuse.
To this the average tramp gives up and with his tail between his legs back to their feet to find another target that assignee.
Now you can play the sexist bum who does not understand how a woman does not want to dance with a man (or rather how YOU have dared to cop to it.)
bum SEXIST:
- You mean you do not want to dance? (Body language, I ask you one last time)
YOU do realize that does not exist and still dancing bum
SEXIST:
- So, why are you here? (Stresses the slimy)
YOU:
- Obvio!, NOT dance with you (note Mental as HUE-VON!)
You turn around.
For this, your friend and have surrounded the little guy that, so no choice to walk away with their tails between their legs, ha! Boys
Lima disco, going, yes, when a girl dances alone or with their friends is because he wants to dance alone or S-OR-LO WITH YOUR FRIENDS, hello! Although I must say that once we had a guy who was smart and ended up dancing with the group and even told me in a good plan "you do know how fun!". After two songs and see his friends wanted to join us, I politely say goodbye, "Your friends are waiting for you ...", and had not, he and friends forced to see us from far away overnight. Dancing
alone or among girls-is a libertarian symbol has to do with a degree of female independence that we have reached today's girls, is to break with what was socially established before us - my mother, for example, die if he went alone to a "social commitment". To dance alone, it should be well made pants, wanting to dance and not expect anyone else to do.
Since I got married 3 years now, my chip has changed. I assume that if I go to a party, I go to Alfred and he is my official partner dance. If he does not go, like I do not dare, unless you is a party where I do not know many people (indeed, if my friends from school had not gone into this marriage with the same I returned to my home after The ceremony). And I really do not know why, because I still think the same, so have a ring on his finger.
Will momentum yesterday my youth I had reproached the world my independence? She lived alone, traveled alone and hung out with other girls in slick, and dance. Could it be that today, with a more mature, I realized that I do not need to prove anything to anyone? Today I feel that my sense of independence has been repowering itself, but rather transferred to private land.
Last Saturday, while dancing with my friend the first song, I felt rusty, an old woman. I made the tired and went back to my desk for air - and that he wanted to dance! Several songs later, I felt bad for leaving my friend alone on the dance floor. "It is pretty poor with the leg assigned to her walk into the arms of the girl to have another quick lunge again", I thought. But that was wrong, my friend wanted to dance and I was not going to wait all night to do, had long since he had joined another group of girls who danced at his side. It is in those moments when gender solidarity comes alone. Dancing-girl ends up being a covenant, a coven a select club with full membership. Not for the pure dancing alone or among friends is our trademark, do men have been dancing alone or among them?
This group joined him, right there, my friends from school and the girlfriend. I saw that they were happy, dancing released, celebrating. I called and went to dance with them again, like when we were girls. Needless to say I danced that night all I could, alone, with my friend and as a group. I was first in the model trains and I Rondita with stilts and magic throughout the guinea pig "crazy hour." And no joke.
again do not know when to go to a party, glide ever so early exits, what we do I am sure of is that I will not wait until that day to give me a dancing with myself.
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