No.

No. No. No.

The b/f wishes me to go to a club. Fine. He wishes me to dance. No. No. No.

When I entered this world I was blessed with many gifts - Imagination, a quick wit, deep intelligence, good hair, not to mention my awesome modesty :)

However, in the name of balance, I was cursed with the grace of a land locked walrus, feet with rebellious tendancies when it comes to obeying the oppresive dictates of the brain, and a centre of gravity that is convinced it lies three feet to the left of my body.

I do not dance. And nothing he can say will make me dance. Nothing. Nothing. No.