The dancing required of me is definitely just the casual dancing you see at concerts, weddings, and company parties. We went to a Weezer concert last year and I had a great time, but she was dancing a lot and I wasn't. She didn't mind or anything, but she mistakes my stone-like appearance for boredom. She's constantly checking to make sure I'm having fun or that everything is fine. We've been together over three years now and she knows it's just how I am, but I don't like that it makes her insecure. If we are at a concert and I'm having a great time with her, I want her to know it. I don't want her to wonder if I'm bored or disinterested because I just stand there. Or, worse, lean against a wall.
The conclusion I have come to is that my girlfriend will always be dancing and moving and really enjoying the moment. This is never going to change. She does this because she loves it. Meanwhile, I just find a small group to stand in or lean against the dreaded wall. This has to change because I do this because I'm insecure. She should not have to keep herself in check and second-guess my enthusiasm because I'm insecure. I should at least be trying to match her vibe, whenever possible, because I know in my mind that I want to. Even if I'm extremely insecure about it.
Somebody a little higher mentioned people forming a circle on the dance floor and taking turns pushing people in the middle. This happened at my company party. Another woman physically pulled my girlfriend away from me and threw her in the middle (not violently - this was fine). She was only in there for like ten seconds, but after that ten seconds, everybody knew who my girlfriend was.
When she got out, she grabbed me and pushed me in. I had no idea what to do. To be frank, I don't even remember what I did. I vaguely remember doing the Elaine Benes "kicks" to try to illicit a laugh, but I don't think anyone got it. After those ten seconds, it felt like everybody knew who I was too. Even if it's all in my head and nobody cares that I was terrible, it's a really unpleasant place to be.
I know my girlfriend would help me with this, but I haven't been 100% honest with how much I hate dancing. After the party, she kept saying how much fun she had and thanking me for dancing with her. It was our first time representing ourselves to my company as a couple and I know that, in spite of my terrible dancing, it went really well. I know that if I tell her how uncomfortable I was, it will only sour what was a terrific night for her.
I have to get better first, and more comfortable first, before I confess I used to keep a cyanide capsule in my molar in case Uptown Funk came on.
I think I'm going to stand in front of a mirror and just watch myself move, if only to better diagnose what needs to improve (re: everything). Part of it is definitely not knowing what I even look like. Somebody who was at the party told me "stick out my thumbs", which has made me realize I dance with closed fists. This probably betrays how uncomfortable I am.
Another thing I will need to wrap my head around is simply increasing my range of movement. I have very reserved body language and make myself fairly small. I sit up straight, I don't spread my legs out, and I wear a messenger bag a lot just so I can hold one of my hands on the strap. That's one less hand to worry about, you know? So dancing means I have to let go of all my common postures and move in a way I literally never do otherwise. I might as well be trying to learn triple backflaps. It's that alien to me.
Man, I am so anal retentive, how did I get this way?