dance into the horizon

My dancing timeline

I was born 197x.

Early 198x: I danced in the Soul Train line at my parents wedding (ghetto but true)

1982: I danced like Michael Jackson, to the delight of my parents (how weird)

1984: I was exposed to the world of break dancing via the cult classic Breakin’.

My first public display of break dancing as me and my stepbrother’s “crew’ gave a live break dancing demonstration in the movie theater lobby.

I became part of a “crew”; I was a full-fledged, linoleum carrying, break dance battler in my ‘hood.

1987: I received my first non break dance lesson from a FINE young thang in my hood. She taught me to do the “Alf” and the “Cabbage Patch”. I did no more break dancing….

1988: I was well versed in all of the Kid and Play kick steps and was skilled as Scoop and Scrap Lover in hip-hop dance.

I danced at my first and last school dance with a female. I was no good at it… (I was in the ninth grade or so...)

1991: My sister and I entered a talent show in which I rapped and danced while wearing MC Hammer inspired, paisley printed, gold lame outfits. (With HARD hoodsJ)

1992: I took a class on how to waltz given by the lovely ladies of Delta Sigma Theta (I will always have a special spot in my heart for a DST lady.)

2000: I took my then wife for our first and last night of dancing….

2003: I taught my daughter the waltz.

2006: I contemplate dancing lessons after realizing, I really can not dance and I really could never dance.

This past weekend I went out for a dinner with some friends. Afterwards they wanted to go dancing… It was salsa dancing at that. There were plenty of beautiful women to dance salsa with but I am unskilled at dancing. What can I say? I looked fun. I saw Master P on Dancing with The Stars this weekend. Let’s just say, he is no Jerry Rice and neither am I. I was always envious of those who could dance well. Jealousy is no way to live your life. I may just take up ballroom dancing. It can't be that gay. Evander Holyfield does it and he can knock out everyone I know! Every time I see True Lies, I always wish that I could tango Like Schwarzenegger with Tia Carrere (who was fabulous on Dancing With the Stars by the way…) My only issue with dancing is the same issue that I have with woman in general. It's like a woman will show up and be like “please me” and I am supposed to dance her out of her glass slipper. Well, I am no more the prince than she is the Cinderella. Yet-and-still, becoming a proficient dancer may be the answer to a lot of my internal conflicts. Strange but true… I always felt as if my inability to dance always held me back socially. Maybe I will fall for a non-cooking dance instuctor. I secretly yearn for the day that i will dance into the horizon. That would taste so good.