What's playing on the iPod: Lucid Dreams by Franz Ferdinand
It's okay if you don't know how to dance; it's not okay if you don't want to learn.
Some people just think they can get by with only a few little movements here and there. It's true, they can get by, but I'm not looking for a partner who can just get by.
I'm looking for someone who knows how to dance, someone who knows how to sweep me off my feet every now and then.
The same old, tired dance is only appealing to me because of its familiarity, not because it has anything new to offer me, to excite me. Looking back, I see that it's been a long time since it has, and each time I think we're ready to try new steps, I realize that one of us really can't hear the music. It's not that we hear a different beat; one of us isn't interested in learning anything new. I want to get back at least half as much as I give out. No, actually, I want just as much.
I don't really need this buzzkill. I know plenty of exciting dances with the right partners, especially my permanent partner. Get him in the right arena and he shines.
I keep telling myself that something better will come along, and I think it finally has. We'll see.
Even if it hasn't yet, I'll keep my dancing shoes on...
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