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I'll be honest with you right now: I'm not that guy.
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Maybe. But you haven't thought it through all the way.
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Here's where the problem comes in: Long after you've stopped dancing, I'm not only still out on the dance floor dancing with complete strangers, but now it's 1:30am and I'm a hot sweaty mess. When the inevitable Facebook photos start popping up, I'm the one people ask about. "Looks like fun, but who was that gyrating, red-faced, sweaty bearded dude?" That was me. I am that guy.
Some people make it look effortless. Some people never break a sweat. I am not fortunate enough to be one of those people. But, I refuse to let it stop me. So unless you love gross sweaty dudes who dance shamelessly to Lady Gaga, then you might want to reconsider letting me be your boyfriend.
[Photo credit: Karen Seifert]
7 comments:
I'm that guy too...maybe we've gyrated past each other at some point!
Thank you for making me feel like its ok to be that guy.
I still love you. Wanna go out?
i love that guy.. I'd rather have sweaty and gross dancing guy, then 'I'll just stay at the bar' guy
preach on, phil!
I am that guy.
I love how much love from dudes this post has received. I'm glad I'm not the only sweaty dancefloor guy.
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