I was dreading the
upcoming Father/Daughter Dinner Dance at my daughter’s high school. When I say
dread, I’m putting it right up there with root canals and IRS audits; I did NOT
want to go. To top it off, I learned that every one of these dances had a theme.
Seriously?
Not only do I have to make
a fool of myself on the dance floor (I can’t dance in case you haven’t already
guessed) but I have to do it in a costume!
My daughter was a freshman
at a new school and she was excited. My wife was giving me one of those 'wife'
looks... like: “You know you are going to this thing don’t you?”... “You know
you have no choice in the matter right?” My football coach used to look at us
and say: “The only way you are allowed to miss practice is if you are dead and
someone brings me a note from God." It was one of those looks.
When I was in high school
we did dances like "the four corners”, “the bump”, and “the hustle”. I had
no idea which dance moves were current so I tuned into MTV and studied them. By
the time dance night rolled around I was ready. My daughter was dressed like a
rock star with huge glasses, boots, teal blue tights layered by other odd
looking clothing that didn’t seem to match, and a plastic guitar. I was her
bodyguard with dark shades and a leather coat. (I looked very cool I might
add.)
When it came time to show
off my moves I strutted out on the dance floor with the confidence of a pro
wrestler who had memorized his script.
As it turned out, most of
the dances at that time didn’t really require the male to do much. I basically
did a two-step and looked cool (something I was already good at) and the women,
or in this case my daughter, did all of the work. They also did most of the
dancing with their backs to their partner which I thought was odd but whatever.
I did notice one other
thing on MTV though. After the female had danced for a while, and if she was
dancing well, it was the male’s job to acknowledge this by pretending to fan
her to cool her off. So as soon as my daughter turned her back to me, I started
fanning her just the way I'd seen on MTV.
Now, those of you who are
old enough to have seen “Saturday Night Fever” will know what I’m talking
about. (For the rest of you it’s “Step Up” I guess.) Anyway, just like in those
movies, everybody moved off to the side and watched us go to work. My daughter
had her back to me and she must have had her eyes closed because she really
didn’t notice what I was doing until her friends who had all stopped dancing to
watch us started screaming.
“Your DAD is SOOOOO COOL!”
they shrieked!
When she finally looked
back at me (judging by the look on her face) I realized I had done something
REALLY dumb. Though I had no clue what.
“DAD! What are you
doing!?!”
Before I could react, the
song ended and she took my hand and led me back to our table (to a thunderous
applause).
“Where did you learn
that?!?”
“I watched MTV . . . why?”
“Do you even know what you
were doing?”
“I was fanning you... I
don’t understand what the problem is. Your friends loved it and all of the
other dads are jealous,” I said proudly.
“That dance move is not
fanning,” she said through clenched teeth, “that’s SPANKING!”
“Ohhhhhh...”
The only thing that saved
me was that the other dads were clueless and their daughters thought it was so
cool that they never told anyone what it really meant.
There were other
Father/Daughter Dances but we never replicated the “magic” of that first one. It
didn’t matter though because I'd already guaranteed my “star” on the dad’s
“walk of fame”... which no doubt would have been moved to the “walk of shame”
had any of the other dads actually realized what I was doing out there.
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