Here's the thing. I don't dance. I suppose if I'm time traveling drunk you might be able to convince me it's a good idea. If I'm at a wedding and I can play dance with the kids or if it's a slow song and all I have to do is sway to the music. I'll dance in my own apartment if I'm all alone. Heck I guess I'll even dance in front of other people as long as I know they aren't going to make fun of me, and I'm not in public. But the likelihood that you will ever get me in a club, on a dance floor, is slim to none.
I used to dance. I would dance at school dances. Heck I was a cheerleader and we did choreographed dances in front of the whole school. When I was in 5th grade I did a choreographed dance to "Whomp There It Is" that I think I still know some of the moves to. However, one year on our birthday Mi'Cole and I went out dancing and drinking and I drunkenly fell on the dance floor. That pretty much stopped all public dancing. I am now scarred for life.
When I dance I also feel like quite the white girl. I am super self-conscious and just don't feel like I can get my hips and ass to move the way I want them too. Oh, yeah, and then what do I do with my arms? It's just all a great big ball of second guessing and anxiety, so I don't do it.
However, there is one song that Mi'Cole and I dubbed our "stripper song" way back in 1999. This song came out our senior year in high school and we both decided that if we were ever going to perform a strip tease for someone it would be to this song. Heck, I don't know, maybe she has. I haven't, because I don't dance, but if I did, I can guarantee that this song would be it.