Throwback Thursday – Saved by The Twist

So, here we are on Throwback Thursday, where I get to post some of my old favorites from Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog.   Older Eyes wasn’t always as confident and cosmopolitan as he is at 71.  He once was a shy high school boy and an FSW.  A what, you say?  Read on – originally posted in February of 2014.

When I was a Freshman in high school, my Mother signed me up for dance lessons.  I really don’t remember how that came about.  It was true that at school dances, I was a Fast-Song-Wallflower, sitting with the other FSWs until the DJ played a slow song.  There were only two dance steps you needed to know to dance every song … Slow Dancing and the Bop.   Slow Dancing was just walking in circles with a girl in your arms … even I could do that.  The Bop mystified me.  Then again, I am to this day a deliberate learner of dance steps. My wife, Muri, could walk onto a floor and be dancing a new line dance in a few minutes while I was still mumbling, What was that fourth move? So, it’s possible I told my Mom that I needed to learn to dance and she signed me up. Possible. My Inner Adolescent tells me that she was afraid her brainy son was going to be a social misfit and decided to enroll me on her own. Surprise, surprise there was a girl from my homeroom in my dance class. Because I considered her one of the popular girls, I was embarrassed. It never occurred to me to ask myself, Why is she here if she’s so popular?

Saved by The Twist

When I was a Freshman in high school, my Mother signed me up for dance lessons.  I really don’t remember how that came about.  It was true that at school dances, I was a Fast-Song-Wallflower, sitting with the other FSWs until the DJ played a slow song.  There were only two dance steps you needed to know to dance every song … Slow Dancing and the Bop.   Slow Dancing was just walking in circles with a girl in your arms … even I could do that.  The Bop mystified me.  Then again, I am to this day a deliberate learner of dance steps.  Muri could walk onto a floor and be dancing a new line dance in a few minutes while I was still mumbling, What was that fourth move? So, it’s possible I told my Mom that I needed to learn to dance and she signed me up. Possible. My Inner Adolescent tells me that she was afraid her brainy son was going to be a social misfit and decided to enroll me on her own. Surprise, surprise there was a girl from my homeroom in my dance class. Because I considered her one of the popular girls, I was embarrassed. It never occurred to me to ask myself, Why is she here if she’s so popular?