They call me starshine's blog: "I wish you would dance....."

Life is like a tango.  Your dance partner pulls you close and lovingly then in the next beat pushes you away.  Push and pull. push and pull. Some enjoy the thrill of never knowing the next move.  Others long for a slow waltz.  I for one hate uncertainty.  Tell me the dance moves ahead of time.  Lets practice for a bit till its flawless. No surprises. But in the end. the thrill is in the dance because no one likes to dance alone.  I wish you would dance....

Passion, rythem, body contact, suductive music....... maybe im just amped but damn does that dance make a room hotter. If i had a dance in my life i could invision a tango.  It tells a story. Meeting, parting, fighting, rejection, acceptance, love, struggles and seduction are all an integral part of the dance.  No relatinship is perfect.  Its a matter of how dedicated the people in it are. Yeah, i want to find my tango partner. Ill be patient and someday i will dance the dance of love with the one i am meant for.

I wish you would dance the tango with me.

Someone once told me that life was not about perfection.  They said life was about learning to dance dispite the rain.  Tonight it was pouring buckets and i was at work.  I had to hold myself back from charging head on into the rain. My life has had a roller coaster of events lately and i see many more to come.

I want to find someone who can handle me while i handle my life.  I dont need someone to handle my life for me.  I need a dance partner to stay out in the rain with me.  Someone who understands it wont always be a balmy 75 degrees with a slight breeze.  Sometimes the thunder provides the beat and the lightening provides the lighting.

I hope we can dance...... whoever you are.

Everyone seems to think dancing only involves the feet.  People can do the dance of love with thier eyes and hands.  People can do the dance of hate with thier fists and viper toungues.  The whole world dances.  Some smoother then others.

 I wish someone would dance with me.  

I dance alone and to my own drummer.

The freedom of my moves is both boring and tiresome.

The best moves come from friction.  Where is my other half

I want to feel the resistance and grow stronger with it.

I wish you would dance........ whoever you are.