Magickman
03-12-2008, 01:56 PM
It was a snowy Saturday night, here in Minnesota. Just last Saturday, in fact. There are wonderful dance parties for adult singles, almost every weekend, in my area, and I love to dance.
It is a weakness, I know, but I enjoy dressing up for these events.
I had just finished getting a manicure at the nail salon, a dark fuschia, with gold sparkles. And I was so ready to go dancing.
After a quick stop at the supermarket, I zipped back home to change for the dance. A long blue denim skirt, black turtleneck, black tights, knee high stiletto boots, and a black leather vest.
This skirt had no pockets, so all usual pocket debris went into my man-bag.
Well across town, was the drive, through a light snowfall, all the way.
When I arrived at the ballroom, the parking lot was totally full, and I had to park a block away. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, across the asphalt, and up to the door.
Inside, the place was as jammed as the parking lot. Four or five hundred people were there. I walked about the room, exchanging greetings, and checking out the women.
I sat down to talk with one gal, who reproached my seated posture. "If you are going to wear a skirt, keep your legs together," she said. "Are you a crossdresser," she asked. "No," I told her. "I am a guy who is wearing a skirt." She introduced me to her date, and then I danced with her, and several other women, too.
I bought a drink, and partook of the buffet table. Good eats!
So it went through the evening. Talked to many acquaintances, and danced here and there.
The long skirt was no impediment to dancing, but I was challenged by my 4" stiletto heels. They were about pencil thin, and made me concentrate on my balance and footing.
That was not a problem, really, until late in the evening. A cute gal, very thin, with a pixie hair style, and highly energized, wanted to dance with me, to fast rock'n'roll. I was doing OK, and she was just motorized, all over the crowded dance floor. At the end of the last song that we danced to, she was positioning herself for me to dip her.
Thank you all for waiting this long. Here comes the lesson in humility.
Anyway, as she was ready for the dip movement, instead, our feet tangled, and suddenly she went right down on her back. I fell hard, directly on top of her, and boy, was that a surprise.
Luckilly, neither of us suffered injury, but wow, were we embarrassed.
There I was, in skirt and heels, laying on top of a woman on a crowded dance floor.
That, my friends, was a lesson in humility.
It is a weakness, I know, but I enjoy dressing up for these events.
I had just finished getting a manicure at the nail salon, a dark fuschia, with gold sparkles. And I was so ready to go dancing.
After a quick stop at the supermarket, I zipped back home to change for the dance. A long blue denim skirt, black turtleneck, black tights, knee high stiletto boots, and a black leather vest.
This skirt had no pockets, so all usual pocket debris went into my man-bag.
Well across town, was the drive, through a light snowfall, all the way.
When I arrived at the ballroom, the parking lot was totally full, and I had to park a block away. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, across the asphalt, and up to the door.
Inside, the place was as jammed as the parking lot. Four or five hundred people were there. I walked about the room, exchanging greetings, and checking out the women.
I sat down to talk with one gal, who reproached my seated posture. "If you are going to wear a skirt, keep your legs together," she said. "Are you a crossdresser," she asked. "No," I told her. "I am a guy who is wearing a skirt." She introduced me to her date, and then I danced with her, and several other women, too.
I bought a drink, and partook of the buffet table. Good eats!
So it went through the evening. Talked to many acquaintances, and danced here and there.
The long skirt was no impediment to dancing, but I was challenged by my 4" stiletto heels. They were about pencil thin, and made me concentrate on my balance and footing.
That was not a problem, really, until late in the evening. A cute gal, very thin, with a pixie hair style, and highly energized, wanted to dance with me, to fast rock'n'roll. I was doing OK, and she was just motorized, all over the crowded dance floor. At the end of the last song that we danced to, she was positioning herself for me to dip her.
Thank you all for waiting this long. Here comes the lesson in humility.
Anyway, as she was ready for the dip movement, instead, our feet tangled, and suddenly she went right down on her back. I fell hard, directly on top of her, and boy, was that a surprise.
Luckilly, neither of us suffered injury, but wow, were we embarrassed.
There I was, in skirt and heels, laying on top of a woman on a crowded dance floor.
That, my friends, was a lesson in humility.