Every week as of late, I've been going to Mustache Mondays. It is a gay dance party in DTLA where there are pretty good dj's and slim pickings in the cutie department. I guess that could be attributed to its gay nature - but combined with my heterosexuality and four vodka's deep, it is definitely a buzz kill.
I digress. Anyway, I've been to hundreds of dance parties, and have been known to enjoy a solo sesh to Solange on occasion, but I have never loved dancing. Bodies flailing around, feet stomping in awkward unison, and fingers pointing upwards to familiar words never fail to make me the slightest bit uncomfortable. That's not to say I haven't mastered to art of, "get out of your head and move your body to the beat", but it makes me wonder why there are such polar opposites on the dancing spectrum, and after last night I'm convinced it has less to do with ability than a predisposition. My real question is: what's a gangly, tone deaf girl to do in a world where dance parties are the epicenter of social gatherings?
I believe I have been destined to be surrounded by great dancers. My best friend in high school would drag me to every school dance, grabbing my hands and moving them with her hips, trying to bring out some hidden rhythm. My ex-boyfriend happened to be one of the few guys who doesn't look gay or shrek-like when he gets down. And currently, every week I'm convinced by my friend/dj/music enthusiast via free booze to put on my Monday's best and get in the car.
On a rare occasion I am in the mood to dance, but all too often I cherish our cigarette breaks, much preferring talking and scoping to bumping and grinding. I do wonder, though, am I alone in my disdain? I know there are those who don't care to socialize, and would prefer a good read over a good party, but to simplify it down to a correlation between those who like to party and those who like to dance would be all too simple.
Psychologist Peter Lovatt explains that recreational dancing after the age of 16 is essentially "fertility based courtship displays", which would make a lot of sense in my case, considering my love life. Let's be real, though, how much do we really trust this guy: