Now that I was in high school, I had the opportunity of attending the high school dances. They were commonly held in the gym, with balloons and crepe paper as decorations. The girls would line up on one side of the room, the boys on the opposite wall. The difference, now that I was a bit older, was that the boys would actually ask girls to dance.We rarely had live music, most of our music was from popular records.
The older I became, the prettier the other girls seemed to become. The competition was strong, but boys still asked me to dance. I was certainly not the prettiest girl in school, but I was attractive enough to get the "B" list boys--the boys who were nice and well known, but not the most popular. The most popular boys were usually wrapped up in a steady relationship with the popular girls, which put both of them out of the mix.
I went to the school dances often, in hopes that Robbie would show up. Robbie was cute, but he was still a "B" list boy, so I figured I had a chance with him. Robbie never showed up, so I danced with the boys who were there and asked for a dance.
Most of the boys were not very good dancers. Some of the boys would just stand and spin the girls around in the same spot the entire dance. Some boys would ask for a slow dance and then hold the girl so tight, rubbing his crotch against hers. Those dances would often become a wrestling match on the dance floor with the boy trying to rub against the girl, and the girl trying to hold back the horny guy. Then there were the boys who just liked to dance, and were good dancers. Those were the boys that I loved to dance with.