Of course, my good intentions lasted about as long as it took to be escorted onto the dance floor. Then suddenly I was expected to dance.
Oh… no, that thing you volunteered for? That thing you wanted to do and have fun? Why do you hate fun?
No one is as merciless if you give them ammunition, no pun intended, as a bunch of policemen.
Well, that line… is really, really harsh considering how long term events and, uh, enfranchised opinions have recently been brought to attention involving the world’s police forces.
If I dance badly, I’d be teased.
Who gives a shit? It’s a wedding, and most people dance badly. Everyone’s going to have drunk a bit more than they should have, and they’ll be dancing just to have fun.
Have you seen drunk people dance? They don’t dance well! And who cares? Why the fuck are the police going to give a shit?
If I danced well, I’d be teased worse.
WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR DANCING? WHO GIVES A FUCK?
If they realized I was dancing well with a stripper, the teasing would be endless. If they realized I was dancing badly with a stripper, the jokes would be, well, bad. Either way you cut it, I was so screwed.
NEWSFLASH: NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU ANITA.
It was almost impossible to be awkward with Nathaniel as your partner. Maybe it was his day job, but he knew how to bring out the best in someone on the dance floor.
But don’t most strippers work on their own? (As in, doing a routine on their own.) Why would Nathaniel be able to make Anita look like she can dance? Plus, isn’t stripping a different artform from traditional dancing styles? Anyway, she’s so terrified that she’s actually having to cling bodily to Nathaniel because she’s a Strong Independent Woman. Nathaniel tells her to concentrate on his face then tells her in an awestruck voice YOU’RE REALLY DANCING ANITA YOU’RE DOING IT
Of course, once he pointed out that I’d been dancing, I stopped. It was like walking on water, if you thought about it, you couldn’t do it.
uh… is LKH casually implying that Anita is Jesus? Because Jesus could walk on water. People generally can’t, given that water isn’t that solid, and you just fall through and hit the bottom of the sea and drown.
Unless you mean like, water on the ground. But the same point still stands. Your metaphor makes no sense. And how difficult is it to vaguely sway to the beat of a song? Why must every single thing Anita does be used to make her seem like the MOST AWESOME PERSON EVER LOOK AT HER DO THIS IMPOSSIBLE THING. oh, right, that’s because she’s a sue.
And then she looks at him, he turns away, she is all I FEEL THE RHYTHM OF HIS BODY, and then they start making out. And guess what she has no control of the ardeur WHADDAYAKNOW
I could not fight the ardeur and Nathaniel, not at the same time.
‘Fight’ Nathaniel? What? Oh, is it that trope where a woman is unsure about a kiss, so the man grabs her and forces a kiss on her, then she just melts in his arms because sexual assault is just the most romantic thing everrrr?
I hate that trope.
I saw what he wanted. I felt it. Felt his frustration. Months of being good. Of behaving himself, of not pushing his advantage.
Um, yeah, men should be rewarded for not giving in and just raping everyone around them. Apparently, women should just open their legs and reward all men for the high price of behaving like a reasonable person.
I suddenly felt his body again, even though we’d stood feet apart. He was so hard and firm and aching. Aching, because I’d denied him release. Denied him release for months.
Um, he’s not automatically allowed access to your body. That’s not how it works. If Anita doesn’t want to have sex with him, then Nathaniel has to lump it, because he doesn’t get sex just because he feels that he’s ‘earned it’ or he has a ‘right’ to it.
Anita does address that she’s been treating him like a ‘object’ but… well, Nathaniel’s such a fucking skeeveball, demanding payback for the wonderful fact that he hasn’t raped her yet that I can’t care about his needs. His ‘needs’ because he can’t use his big people words and talk about his feelings with Anita.
He then starts crying because Anita won’t let him just fuck her on the dance floor or something. It seems fake – he’s probably just upset that he hasn’t made her skin into a pair of shoes yet. And then he runs from the room.
This wedding is lasting soooooooooooo long