I don't think I even want to call it dancing. Dancing doesn't go on at "dance parties" anymore. It's more entertaining than that. If you have ever been dancing with someone and had people surrounding you clapping and yelling to keep going--you should definitely be ashamed, because you were probably embarrassing yourself. Sorry if that sounds rude, but you were probably dancing/kissing like the pair above. Every time I go to a dance party I feel like I'm 18 again, but I'm 21. I refuse to ever date anyone that I meet on the dance floor. If there were a boy at a dance party that didn't have on a basketball jersey, sunglasses, a flat brimmed hat, high tops, or extra cologne--then I might consider it. Because boys without those characteristics don't usually attend college dance parties I don't plan on meeting someone. Ever. Seriously no exceptions. Meeting someone like that is as embarrassing as meeting on Facebook in my book. Well, almost. Maybe. This is the reason that I dance like I don't care, and push people out of the cages, and kick boys who are trying to photobomb pictures.
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