Journal Entry 187 / 0523 I hate dancing.Journal Entry 187 / 0523 I hate dancing. Can't stand it, don't like it, won't do it except under duress. Dancing is not having sex standing up, because I've done that. Dancing is standing still, only faster. The basic reason behind my dislike of dancing is that I think I look like an idiot out there. I'm sure I have no rhythm, no grace. Oh sure, give me a suit of Shirow and I'll do pirouettes, but that's only because I've pre-programmed the routine into the suit and string them together. People who dance professionally tell me that's what they do, but the 'routines' are in their heads. I guess I don't have programmable legs. But P'nyssa loves to dance. Adores it. And every once in a while, we go dancing together. I drag her to readings and rock concerts, so I suppose it's only fair that she drag me to a dance every once in awhile. But, as always, I ended up standing on the sidelines praying that she won't ask me out there. Begging whatever deity watches over me to let me stay in peace. I enjoyed watching, to be honest; there are few things sexier than watching a Felinzi who knows how to dance. Especially since this years' fashion was particularly revealing. "Want to join me?" she asked, smiling. |