Up Front and Honest

Where is the line between being mysterious and putting all your cards on the table? I am not talking about the greet cards, I mean the baggage, the dirty laundry, the nitty gritty that might cause this potential husband to turn around and walk away.
Picture this...
Saturday Night I am out meeting new people, playing pool, listening to a great singer wail Pat Benatar... better than Pat Benatar.
And there he is just sitting there at the bar. Conveniently my friend knew his friend, it was almost too easy. Instantly John and I are conversing, but then within the span of 3 minutes he repeats the same thing twice. Yes, actually I already agreed with you, the singer is really great. By my quick calculations (and remember, I am not a math teacher.) if John was going to repeat this same phrase over and over again... this could prove to be a very long night. And then my salvation came STRAIGHT from John's hip, "Frances, Can I be up front and honest with you?" (Has anyone ever said no to that question?)
"Sure John, hit me with your best shot." I thought he would at least chuckle, but instead he let the canons fire...
" I came out of the Closet last night."
If Saturday night could have been wrapped up in a Hallmark greet card, it would defiantly be a musical one that plays “ Love is a Battlefield” when you open it.

let me see you one two step

Personal Dance Floor Etiquette Rule #1. If a man has worked up the courage to ask you to dance.... give him a chance, its just good Karma.
There is something so attractive about a man who can dance. It is three fold; first he is confident enough in his masculinity to take a lesson or two, second he is wise enough to know that women think it is sexy, and third he has power, I love a man who can lead, it demonstrates he knows what he wants and he is taking you with him. grrrr.
Friday night, the ladies and I found us at a dance club…not just any dance club, a club that plays both kinds of music, that's right Country AND Western.
The dance floor was hopping with couples whirling round and round. Suddenly, I was transported back to the gymnasium wall in middle school. The slow song starts and, my palms start sweating as the gawky girls beside me get picked off one by one to join the groping thirteen year old boys on the dance floor. This is where I came up with Personal Dance Floor Etiquette Rule #1, mostly because I wasn’t picked very often.
So You Think You Can Dance? …Well not without a partner, Partner. Not in this club, here I was stand up against the wall again, perfecting the disinterested look just enough not to look desperate.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long; my knight in shining belt buckle appeared. Was he the type of cowboy I would have ridden off into the sunset with? No, but for the next 3.5 minutes he taught me the basic two step, and whisked me around the dance floor. One dance is good enough, and besides I think my dance partner probably needed to go put some ice on his toes after I had been one two stepping on them more than the floor.