Sometimes, the non-dancers of the world ask us questions that we’re not entirely sure how to answer. These should be simple questions – but somehow our addiction makes them so difficult to answer.
“What did you do last night?”
Verbal Answer: “I… went dancing. Again.”
Internally: I need a life. But… dance is life. I’m so confused.
“How was your trip to ______?”
Verbal Answer: “It was great! My favourite landmark was the great floor, and my biggest highlight was this amazing dance I had with this person from halfway around the world!”
Internally: Have I forgotten what trips are supposed be like, or have I simply found a better way to vacation?
“Did you win your dance competition?”
Verbal Answer: “Oh, there were no competitions. I just went to dance.”
Internally: I’ve explained this before. Just because it’s a dance event doesn’t mean that it’s a competition.
“What is that [dance]?”
Verbal Answer: “It’s like… how do I describe it…”
[5 minutes later] “Let me YouTube it for you….”
[10 minutes later] “Oh, just let me show you one more! It’s totally different…”
Internally: Maybe showing them 5 videos was overkill. I need a better way to describe this.
“What else do you do for fun?”
Verbal Answer: “…Stuff.”
Internally: What else is there? This is the only thing I know – or want to know. Though, I did meet that dancer with a penchant for baking pies once. Maybe there is more…
“Why don’t you just skip dance that night?”
Verbal Answer: “Well, it’s a really important [event/rehearsal/class] that night. I can’t really skip it.”
Internally: I don’t think you understand. Dance is my life. I don’t skip it voluntarily.
“You like dancing. Want to go clubbing with me?”
Verbal Answer: “No thanks.”
Internally: Clubs aren’t dancing – they’re just two people humping off-time to too-loud music.
“Want to get together this week? What’s your schedule like?”
Verbal Answer: “Sorry, I’m really busy. Maybe another time.”
Internally:
- Monday: dance class.
- Tuesday: social dancing.
- Wednesday: cross-training for my dance.
- Thursday: social dancing.
- Friday – Sunday: EVENT TIME!!!
What are some questions you get asked? How do you respond? Leave your thoughts in the comments below!
Spot on, especially the schedule and the clubbing. Haha
Thanks for this nice short article Laura! The described behavior after the question “What is that [dance]?” is EXACTLY what I do….ask all of my few non-dance-friends, they all had to get through this. Poor ones! 😀
“You like dancing. Want to go clubbing with me?”
Verbal Answer: “No thanks.”
Internally: Clubs aren’t dancing – they’re just two people humping off-time to too-loud music.
This one is soooo true! 😀
I can not count how many times I have been invided to “dance” event, because I like to dance. And people had problem to understand why i dont want to go dancing if I like to so much.
Spot on 😀 😀
This is funny, but so true I see myself doing this all the time great article. Thanks for sharing
Awesome 😀 I had to laugh several times….specially at the one – you cannot skip one dance event?
Internally: Not really, nothing you can offer me is far to good as this.
And then the description of the dance – I never know how to answer! 😀
Even one question I am missing in your article: You don´t fall in love with that person you are dancing with? / How can you dance with him/her like this if you are not couple?
haha 😀
Non-dancer: What, you’re dancing with more than one partner?
Me: Yes, that is the whole point of going dancing: meeting people and sharing nice moments with them on the dancefloor.
Non-dancer: But what if they are married?
Me: I won’t take them away from their wives. It is about dancing, not about hooking up.
Non-dancer: I could never dance with somebody my father’s age if I would do couple dancing. How old are your dance partners?
Me: Anything between 16 and 80 really. As long as they dance and are not complete jerks.
Non-dancer: Nice choreography! How were you able to memorize that all?
Me: That wasn’t choreographed at all. Pure improvisation with leading and following.
Exactomundu
So funny but so true. Non dancers don’t realise how boring their lives are.