I Wish I lived in a Bigger Town

Please don't get me wrong. I'm not a big-city kind of girl. I lived in the largest city in Oklahoma this summer (which is not a big town by most standards, but it's big to me), and I hated it. There were crowds, and traffic, and mean people, I didn't know anyone, and it's expensive. I love my little small-town roots, where I know every customer, and all the cashiers at WalMart, and can actually turn at a stop sign without worrying about getting sideswiped.

So, you may be wondering why I want to live in a bigger town. That's easy.

I want to learn to dance.

I love to dance. I love the bar, with it's loud music and dance floor and crowds of people. I love the looks from surprised men and women when the fat girl can actually move, not just sway back and forth. But, I would like to know more. I would love to learn to belly dance. I would love to learn to Waltz, to Foxtrot, to Salsa and Tango and Swing and Latin Sizzle. Modern Dance, pom and twirl, and even take a strip class. (You know, the one where you leave your clothes on.) I've taken classes on two-step, and line dance, and square dance, and had some minimal teachings on swing, but I'd love to know more.

Why? There's very little else that makes my body feel quite as good, as pure and useful and attractive and healthy as dancing. I've always been very sensitive to music. Good music can clear my head, make my moods better, relieve stress on bad days. Music that has a lot of dissonance, or very, very deep bi-tonal bass can make me so physically ill I actually get sick.

And, even if there were someone here who offered those classes, I'd know the people in them, and wouldn't feel comfortable.

So, I can't wait til Jen and I move. They have a YWCA there, and I'm gonna find me a place to dance.