Of Surprise Parties and Two Left Feet

There was a surprise party for me and all my high school and college friends were there. And just when the party was about to end, the guys started lining up and they danced with me one by one (it was like dancing with your 18 roses for your debut). It couldn't have gotten any weirder than that. Ugh.

The party flattered  me. I mean, I'm not going anywhere or something. Maybe it's just a hangover of Jan-Jan and Julia's Despedida party. But the dancing part? No, just... no. I don't dance. I don't like dancing very much. Especially if it's like the type of dance you do during proms and debuts. The kind of dance where you need to have your hands on the guy's shoulders and you have to be really close to each other. No, I really don't like that. It's like... invasion of my personal space. Sigh. It's a good thing it was just a dream.