Lesson in Humility
Lesson in Humility
It was a snowy Saturday night, here in Minnesota. Just last Saturday, in fact.
I had just finished getting a manicure at the nail salon, a dark fuschia, with gold sparkles. And I was so ready to go dancing.
After a quick stop at the supermarket, I zipped back home to change for the dance. A long blue denim skirt, black turtleneck, black tights, knee high stiletto boots, and a black leather vest.
This skirt had no pockets, so all usual pocket debris went into my man-bag.
Well across town, was the drive, through a light snowfall, all the way.
When I arrived at the ballroom, the parking lot was totally full, and I had to park a block away. Clickety clack, clickety clack, across the asphalt, and up to the door.
Inside, the place was as jammed as the parking lot. Four or five hundred people were there. I walked about the room, exchanging greetings, and checking out the women.
I sat down to talk with one gal, who reproached my seated posture. "If you are going to wear a skirt, keep your legs together," she said. I tried, and then replied, "It is squeezing my thing."
She introduced me to her date, and then I danced with her, and several other women, too.
I bought a drink, and partook of the buffet table. Good eats!
So it went through the evening. Talked to many acquaintances, and danced here and there.
The long skirt was no impediment to dancing, but I was challenged by my 4" stiletto heels. They were about pencil thin, and made me concentrate on my balance and footing.
That was not a problem, really, until late in the evening. A cute gal, very thin, and highly energized, wanted to dance with me, to fast rock'n'roll. I was doing OK, and she was just motorized, all over the crowded dance floor. At the end of the last song that we danced to, she was positioning herself for me to dip her.
Thank you all for waiting this long. Here comes the lesson in humility.
Anyway, as she was ready for the dip movement, instead, our feet tangled, and suddenly she went right down on her back. I fell hard, directly on top of her, and boy, was that a surprise.
Luckilly, neither of us suffered injury, but wow, were we embarrassed.
There I was, in skirt and heels, laying on top of a woman on a crowded dance floor.
That, my friends, was a lesson in humility.
I had just finished getting a manicure at the nail salon, a dark fuschia, with gold sparkles. And I was so ready to go dancing.
After a quick stop at the supermarket, I zipped back home to change for the dance. A long blue denim skirt, black turtleneck, black tights, knee high stiletto boots, and a black leather vest.
This skirt had no pockets, so all usual pocket debris went into my man-bag.
Well across town, was the drive, through a light snowfall, all the way.
When I arrived at the ballroom, the parking lot was totally full, and I had to park a block away. Clickety clack, clickety clack, across the asphalt, and up to the door.
Inside, the place was as jammed as the parking lot. Four or five hundred people were there. I walked about the room, exchanging greetings, and checking out the women.
I sat down to talk with one gal, who reproached my seated posture. "If you are going to wear a skirt, keep your legs together," she said. I tried, and then replied, "It is squeezing my thing."
She introduced me to her date, and then I danced with her, and several other women, too.
I bought a drink, and partook of the buffet table. Good eats!
So it went through the evening. Talked to many acquaintances, and danced here and there.
The long skirt was no impediment to dancing, but I was challenged by my 4" stiletto heels. They were about pencil thin, and made me concentrate on my balance and footing.
That was not a problem, really, until late in the evening. A cute gal, very thin, and highly energized, wanted to dance with me, to fast rock'n'roll. I was doing OK, and she was just motorized, all over the crowded dance floor. At the end of the last song that we danced to, she was positioning herself for me to dip her.
Thank you all for waiting this long. Here comes the lesson in humility.
Anyway, as she was ready for the dip movement, instead, our feet tangled, and suddenly she went right down on her back. I fell hard, directly on top of her, and boy, was that a surprise.
Luckilly, neither of us suffered injury, but wow, were we embarrassed.
There I was, in skirt and heels, laying on top of a woman on a crowded dance floor.
That, my friends, was a lesson in humility.
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now that sounds like an interesting situation!
now you know why most girls on the dance floor wear shorter skirts. not that it caused your fall, but you may have been able to catch yourself.
were you able to salvage the evening?

now you know why most girls on the dance floor wear shorter skirts. not that it caused your fall, but you may have been able to catch yourself.
were you able to salvage the evening?
you know... george orwell warned us!
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"Moderation is a colorless, insipid thing to counsel. To live less would not be living."
Sister M. Madeleva Wolff (1887-1964), CSC
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"Moderation is a colorless, insipid thing to counsel. To live less would not be living."
Sister M. Madeleva Wolff (1887-1964), CSC
What a wonderful story!
Sorry for the embarrassiing moment, but this story succeeds on so many levels.
Your outfit sounds fabulous! You put together a great look.
You were accepted at the dance.
Women wanted to dance with you.
Congratulations! Well done!
Sorry for the embarrassiing moment, but this story succeeds on so many levels.
Your outfit sounds fabulous! You put together a great look.
You were accepted at the dance.
Women wanted to dance with you.
Congratulations! Well done!
Moderation is for monks. To enjoy life, take big bites.
-------Lazarus Long
-------Lazarus Long
Nice outfit, and interesting to read that you wear stiletto heeled boots.
I imagine them to be striking. Even worn by a man.
Good on ja.
Why should such outfits be only for women??? If you have a suitable body, wear the outfit.
Embarrasing moment? As I see it, You were having fun, it may have been embarrassing for others, not knowing quite how to react .....
Peter v.
I imagine them to be striking. Even worn by a man.
Good on ja.
Why should such outfits be only for women??? If you have a suitable body, wear the outfit.
Embarrasing moment? As I see it, You were having fun, it may have been embarrassing for others, not knowing quite how to react .....


Peter v.
A man is the same man in a pair of pants or a skirt. It is only the way people look at him that makes the difference.
Agreed, but I suspect the memory of the finale will out live that of the rest of the evening.mugman wrote:Apart from the unfortunate finale it sounded like a great evening.
Thanks for sharing that with us magickman.
Have fun,
Ian.
Do not argue with idiots; they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Cogito ergo sum - Descartes
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum - Ambrose Bierce
Cogito ergo sum - Descartes
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum - Ambrose Bierce
At dance events, most of the the women wear skirts, although slacks are common also. But the men all are in trousers, except for me.
I would be dumbfounded and flabbergasted, if other men were in skirts. For the most part, I am sure they think it is wrong, just wrong.
Few of them say anything. They communicate their opinions through facial expression and body language.
Dancing in stiletto heels and a skirt is a greatly liberating sensation, wonderfully amusing. I enjoy the nonconformity of it all.
Some of the women take me aside, to carefully explain that I would have better luck with the ladies, if I were more conventionally attired. Oddly enough, my experience is exactly opposite.
The women are more receptive to me, when I am in costume. Many of them tell me how cute I am. The thing is that, cute or not, I have more fun, and the gals have fun with it, too.
What is wrong with that?
I would be dumbfounded and flabbergasted, if other men were in skirts. For the most part, I am sure they think it is wrong, just wrong.
Few of them say anything. They communicate their opinions through facial expression and body language.
Dancing in stiletto heels and a skirt is a greatly liberating sensation, wonderfully amusing. I enjoy the nonconformity of it all.
Some of the women take me aside, to carefully explain that I would have better luck with the ladies, if I were more conventionally attired. Oddly enough, my experience is exactly opposite.
The women are more receptive to me, when I am in costume. Many of them tell me how cute I am. The thing is that, cute or not, I have more fun, and the gals have fun with it, too.
What is wrong with that?
*Some of the women take me aside, to carefully explain that I would have better luck with the ladies, if I were more conventionally attired. Oddly enough, my experience is exactly opposite. *
and to a woman that tells me such I would retort "and there was a time when a man was telling a woman the very same none-sense, when she chose to wear pants instead of a skirt, corsette, heels, stockings, and so on and so forth." Women do not seem to realize or recall this little tidbit of into.
and to a woman that tells me such I would retort "and there was a time when a man was telling a woman the very same none-sense, when she chose to wear pants instead of a skirt, corsette, heels, stockings, and so on and so forth." Women do not seem to realize or recall this little tidbit of into.
Because it never happened?Pythos wrote: and to a woman that tells me such I would retort "and there was a time when a man was telling a woman the very same none-sense, when she chose to wear pants instead of a skirt, corsette, heels, stockings, and so on and so forth." Women do not seem to realize or recall this little tidbit of into.

What do you mean it never happened?
How do you know?
There were men that would not date women if they wore pants. For that reason alone. Now, granted the number of men that would date such a woman would out weigh the number of closed minded fools out there at the time. But women were told that they could not wear pants in the work place, church, at one time outside the house.
So where are you coming from with you comment?
How do you know?
There were men that would not date women if they wore pants. For that reason alone. Now, granted the number of men that would date such a woman would out weigh the number of closed minded fools out there at the time. But women were told that they could not wear pants in the work place, church, at one time outside the house.
So where are you coming from with you comment?