Un-Boblike behaviour

*Blush*
So last night we went to the pub, had dinner, had beer, talked with people. It was a very nice time. Some people left, some people stayed, had more beer. Then we went to a second place. It's a really cool little pub. It always has live music and no cover. It is tiny, narrow place with a bar running along one side and then a bench on the other with some tiny tables. There is a small stage at the front.

Anyhow it was quite late when we got there so all six of us got in (which was an unexpected treat) . After a while we even got seats. I was right at the front sitting next to the keyboard player (there was no room for him on stage).

So the music was playing. We were all talking and enjoying the music and the band starts playing this super catchy song. I'm smiling and tapping my feet and this guy came up and asked me to dance.

In my description of this place did you notice a dance floor in the description?

No you didn't. Do you know why not?

There isn't a dance floor. There is a tiny tiny space directly in front of the stage. Somehow Bob was there dancing. The thing was I wasn't just dancing. I was..um.. kinda..um sexy dancing..I didn't touch the guy, but I was definitly showing off. As I'm a foot from the singers and the stage is only a foot high I'm basically dancing for THE ENTIRE BAR.

Then some thoughts came filtering through my mind. I can't dance. I've never been able to dance. I look like like a total fucking goof and I really, really should not be doing this.

I sat down after that.

I'm cringing as I write this, but it was actually kinda fun for a minute or two. Mr Bob said I looked good, but he's not about to tell me I'm a spastic loser freakjob.

I blame Zombie. I had to drink extra for her. I blame Arkie for making dancing seem like fun and I blame all of you for laughing at me.