The greatest dancer alive...

To watch her dance was mesmorizing. It could be the waltz, the tango, or the electric slide. She dance around the room like a running back on the gridiron. Dodging from left to right, spinning around at her own delight. If you tried to trap her she would have many ways out, continuing to dance her own way out. Anything of significance to you was like a dance to her, she lead the way out to only pleasure her.

I wonder why it was this way. Who taught her how to dance? We all sometimes right?. I mean dancing was the easiest form of self defense. If you felt trapped you could just buy yourself time buy dancing your way out of the situation. Excuses, excuses, and more excuses. I wonder what she would say. Would she twist it around on you or would she just do the waltz away?

After while it was just tiring to engage in the slightest thing to only get turned away. Afterwhile you wonder why the teflon coating. Why the dance? Why do we have to drag out this long song?

Be real. Repeatedly! Don't run away, engage. You bring more stress on yourself and others when you dance around the principal. The avoidance of me hurts the inside of you. Over the long haul who will concede? Bitterness will take over the good times. Post pone the pain? Duh, I rather dance with the devil.

Dance with yourself. I will dance with another.

You are the greatest dancer alive and for that you should win a star.