Ranting

So this will be quick. Mike and I went to one of his co-worker's weddings today. I love to dance. I love to dance dressed up. Mike knows this. The opportunities to dance while dressed up are few and far between. I wanted Mike to dance with me just once before we left. He didn't. He was too uncomfortable to dance in front of his co-workers. Maybe it's just me, but I think one dance and potential embarassment is an easier thing to deal with than a pissed off Amy. GRARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!