I’m growing through that period in parenthood where my children are reaching social milestones. You know…slumber parties, weekend outings and school dances. Recently one of my sons attended a dance at his elementary school:
Him: “Yeah, I guess. “
Me: “So…is there anyone you want to dance with?”
Him: “Yeah Ryan.”
Me: “So HOW are you going to ask her to dance?”
Him: “I’ll just say, ‘Hello there Ryan, would you care to dance with me?’ ”
He bows deeply.
[What tha hell…?]
Me: “Umm no. Just say, ‘Would you like to dance?’ that should be enough.”
Me: “What if she says yes?”
Him: “Then I’ll say LET’S DANCE!”
He does this awkward move. I think that’s a dance.
Me: “Okay and what if she says no?”
Him: “I’ll just say, ‘Sorry to have bothered you. Thank you for your consideration.’”
I imagine myself slapping my forehead.
My husband overhears us. Walks over and says, “If she says no, then just say ‘your lost’ and pop your collar and keep it moving.”
I slap my forehead, no imagining this time.
Me: “She didn’t take a survey! If she says no, then just say ‘okay’ and walk away.”
Him: “That’s it?”
Me: “That’s it. You’re there to have fun…so have fun.”
Mind you, this is a good looking kid (if I do say so myself). Dark brown eyes, big beautiful smile accented with deep dimples. Soft wavy hair. Lean. He’s a looker. Just not a dancer. So he attends the dance and I couldn’t wait for him to get home with all the juicy details.
Me: “How’d it go?”
Him: “Fine. I had some nachos.”
Me: “Did you see Ryan?”
Him: “Yea, I asked her and she said ‘No’ she was already dancing with somebody else.”
Me: “What did you do?”
Him: “I asked someone else.”
[Okay…this kid’s got moxy.]
Me: “…and how did THAT go?”
Him: “She said ‘No’ too.”
Me: “You okay?”
Him: “I’m fine, Mom – I just danced with myself.”
I thought about him doing that awkward dance alone on the dance floor. This kid’s got moxy.