K. is not a dancer. I've never seen him dance at club. He's never talked about going out dancing in the past. I have a hell of a time just trying to get him to slow dance with me in the apartment when a schmaltzy song is playing (and trying to get him to waltz when I'm in the mood is plain impossible). Thus, it is a basic fact that K. does not and will not dance, not in private and most certainly not in public.
Then he met my mother. And went to a wedding reception with my family. He was doomed.
My mother loves to dance. She'll kick off her shoes and tackle that dance floor, and at the end of the night she will have worn holes through the bottoms of her stockings. She will dance anywhere, from the driver's seat of the car to on top of the kitchen table. When the deejay started playing dance music at the reception, my mother took off for the dance floor. KVB grabbed me and we headed for the dance floor as well. I had assumed K. was still at the table, chatting with my cousins, until I turned around and saw that my mother had him on the dance floor.
To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. My mother had her arms around K.'s waist and was dirty dancing with him. It was...well, it was a sight to behold. For his part, K. looked like he was having a good time. He was bouncing and smiling and, all things considered, he looked good out on the dance floor. KVB and I were madly flinging ourselves in circles around K. and my mother, egging them on and enjoying ourselves immensely.
When the song ended, K. politely took his leave of my mother and yanked me off the dance floor. He was seething.
"You've brought me to Cleveland. It's fucking freezing. I saw llamas." He was seething. "I had to go to church to celebrate heterosexuality. And now I had to dance. With your mother. Grinding her coochie on my knee. On the first day I ever met her. You so owe me, big time."
I pointed out that he had performed admirably given all of those hurdles, but that yes, indeed, I did owe him. Payment was rendered once we returned to New York. But I'm not opposed to having to overpay. He's worth it.
Posted by mak at January 15, 2004 1:09 PM