By Neysa Ellery Taylor
Why take sand to the beach?
A few years ago I had a conversation with a male friend before we headed out to a party. I asked if his wife was coming and he replied, “No! You don’t take sand to the beach.” Honestly, I was dumbfounded. I enjoy going dancing – although I don’t get to go nearly as often as I’d like. And I’ve never had a conflict about going dancing – or to the club as some call it – with my husband.
I like to dance. I am not one of those women that puts on a too short dress and 6 inch heels and walks around the club like it’s a runway. That’s not me. Nor am I the chick that just sits there and waves at people as they walk by. Uh-uh, that’s not me either. I’m the “let’s hit the bar and as soon as my song comes on I am going to be on the floor until I fall out” type of girl. While I can go out with my female friends and do the cute “I’m married, don’t touch me two step” I prefer “dirty south booty shaking.” (Think Beyonce-Ciara-Keri Hilson hip rolls w/some Uncle Luke thrown in there.) For that you really need a male partner to dance with. And guess what, I am married so I come equipped with a male partner. Easy-Peasy, right?
Another reason I can take my hubs with me to the club is because my husband is a great dancer. Now, I must admit right here that I am a much better dancer than he is (he is surely dialing my cell number right now to dispute this). We are that couple that hits the floor and dances and laughs until we are sweaty. Then when the slow songs come on, we vacate the dance floor, wipe our brow, grab a drink refill, and wait for the DJ to crank the songs back up. I know, we’re weird like that. Slow dancing isn’t our thing. And don’t let any old school songs come on! The dance battle will commence. Believe me, it’s a sight to see.
We can go to the club together because we don’t have to prove that we “still got it.” I know I still have it. It might have shifted a bit, but I am working it daily. Heck, just last night at the grocery store – while in sweaty workout clothes – I was hit on. So, I don’t have to get dolled up to prance around a club to see if someone will buy me a drink. And I make sure that my hubs knows that he still has it too. I tell him (and chase him) all the time. So we don’t have to look outside the house for confirmation. Plus, why even start down paths that you know you can’t finish? Why play with folks’ time and money like that? Why play with your own temptation like that? Umm, no, not doing it.
Finally, my husband is super sexy. Yep, I said it. I take my husband with me when I go out dancing because it is a great form of foreplay. We are dancing, drinking, having a great time and at the end of the night – BOOM! BAM! Fireworks! Why? Because we have a good time together. We laugh and remember that we like each other. On the dance floor we are not parents or co-workers or any of the gazillion other titles that we wear. We are not thinking about fiscal issues or outside pressures. We are together on the dance floor having a great time. And that is sexy as hell.
Neysa Ellery Taylor lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband, Chris, and their 4 children – Asyen, Maya, Preston, and Patrick. An Emmy-Award winning journalist, she hopes to share her passion for marriage and God through her writing. You can read more of her work at www.myriadthatisme.blogspot.com