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I suffer the shame of being in a "mixed" marriage. It's true. Tim has no sense of rhythm. There, I said it. [sob]
We had to go to this new country/western bar last Friday, because it was opening night and his cousin's band is the house band. At one point, I found myself counting out loud to him as he twitched across the dance floor, just trying to help him locate a beat, any beat, besides the one playing in his feet.
It's getting worse. He used to be able to fake it, you know, slow dance or at least just stand there and shuffle along beside me. Now he isn't even making an effort. He just stands there and twitches, and occasionally throws his hands into the air quite inappropriately.
You know that sexy move where you turn your back and sort of grind up against him? Well, I caught myself doing that just so I wouldn't have to look at him.
I know, true love blah blah blah. Be glad you have a man who wants to dance with you because a lot of girls do not blah blah blah. But c'mon, at least try to count along to the beat with me. At one point, it was so ugly that I thought about maybe quietly clapping in his face to see if he could catch a beat.
I'm glad he has a strong back, so he can at least fetch and carry for us here in the Rhythm Nation.
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