I went out dancing last night. My intention was to have dinner and listen to music with my friend Inge. It was lively music in a neighborhood pub, friendly people, loud, irresistible music. So—dancing.
Then I came home and logged onto a dating site just because (well why not when all those pheromones are still racing around) and read a profile written by a 64 year old man saying it disturbs him when he goes to a bar to see all the older women dancing. Are they trying to make up for what they didn’t have when they were younger, he asked. Well, geez no! They are no doubt enjoying the fact that the body is a great pleasure to have and use, especially when you are older.
Yet the only people on the dance floor were female. I saw only two men dancing, somewhat reluctantly. The women were having a grand time. It still surprises me. You would think that since men have all this Mars energy, the need to move, a physical restlessness, they would be the ones out on the dance floor. But they seem to have more self-consciousness about it all when it comes to social movements such as dancing. I mentioned all this to my friend Rita this morning and she said I should go to Greece; men dance there. Okay!