Don’t Be Fooled! WASP Can Dance!
- By Tracy Ames
- Published February 28, 2010
Tracy Ames
My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an author of interracial erotic fiction. My stories are a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my friends. After much encouragement, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
A native of the San Francisco Bay area, I currently split time between Greenwich CT & New York City with my husband, children and a host of pets.
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I’m retelling this story because my girlfriend gets such a kick out of it and I promised I’d share it one day. We were still in college so don’t hold it against us, we’ve grown since then.
Greg and I had only known one another for a week, during that time we’d going out to dinner and we’d met each others friends and so on. My cousin, Tamika, invited us to go out with four of her friends…Greg, in turn, invites two of his teammates; he played lacrosse and football and needless to say his friends were HOT!!
Anyway, Tamika had gotten us passes to one of the hottest clubs going….think P-Diddy hot. We’re going dancing and I’m panicking because up until then, I’d never seen Greg dance. He’s an unapologetic WASP…no “White-Chocolate” about him…my baby is a WASP…a damn fine one with a kick-ass body but still a WASP.
Surprisingly, neither he nor his buddies are beset with dread. I’m a dancer, been one for years, “I have two days to teach this dude how to dance. I’m pushing it”.
So every second up until departure was focused on teaching him the latest moves or some semblance thereof. I figure the lights will be low so he can fake it. It was like Ann Sullivan and Helen Keller, I was The Miracle Worker…I’m teaching here people! But, alas, it was hopeless. He had no rhythm and thrashed about like a baby seal being eaten by a toothy shark—arms and legs everywhere. My strikingly beautiful man was a flop.
Totally defeated, I wanted to cry, I wanted to stay home, but more importantly I wanted to party. I thought maybe if I dress him up nicely people won’t realize there’s blood on the dance floor.
So, we make the fantastic voyage to the club which proved to be as diverse as our posse. We walk in, it’s crowded, and the music is pumping. We round the bar, threw back a drink and hit the dance floor. Greg’s friends, two very tall White guys, are dancing their asses off, I mean they’re jamming! I turn to Greg expecting to see his face awash with fear….Hell no, he’s throwing down—Usher could’ve taken lessons from him. He was showing out, y’all! Every female on the floor moved in. I quickly corrected that. Back up bitches, he’s mine.
For two straight hours Greg Ames danced circles around me. At one point my mouth literally fell open from sheer exhaustion and I left the floor with my hair jacked up and pouting. He continued turning it out for least another hour. I later found out he was versed in most forms of dance…hip hop/street being his favorite.
Sneaky Bastard!! When I say he can dance, I mean he can put it down! I was embarrassed, my hair and makeup were beyond redemption and to this day my girlfriends still laugh about that night.
In hindsight, there were a few red flags:
- The security guard didn’t ask for our passes. Greg smiled and we were in!
- Greg knew the exact location of the coat-check room.
- He bobbed his head in perfect sync to the music when we came through the door.
- In bed, he could do that hip roll thingy, sorta like dumping and grinding.
- He had a pair of Adidas Shell Toes!
- Right next to his collection of Mozart, there was a Dr. Dre CD.
- Whenever “Mo Money Mo Problems” would come on, he’d throw his “Rollies in the sky and wave‘em side to side...”
The moral of this story is: Don’t be fooled! WASP can dance!
I’m retelling this story because my girlfriend gets such a kick out of it and I promised I’d share it one day. We were still in college so don’t hold it against us, we’ve grown since then.
Greg and I had only known one another for a week, during that time we’d going out to dinner and we’d met each others friends and so on. My cousin, Tamika, invited us to go out with four of her friends…Greg, in turn, invites two of his teammates; he played lacrosse and football and needless to say his friends were HOT!!
Anyway, Tamika had gotten us passes to one of the hottest clubs going….think P-Diddy hot. We’re going dancing and I’m panicking because up until then, I’d never seen Greg dance. He’s an unapologetic WASP…no “White-Chocolate” about him…my baby is a WASP…a damn fine one with a kick-ass body but still a WASP.
Surprisingly, neither he nor his buddies are beset with dread. I’m a dancer, been one for years, “I have two days to teach this dude how to dance. I’m pushing it”.
So every second up until departure was focused on teaching him the latest moves or some semblance thereof. I figure the lights will be low so he can fake it. It was like Ann Sullivan and Helen Keller, I was The Miracle Worker…I’m teaching here people! But, alas, it was hopeless. He had no rhythm and thrashed about like a baby seal being eaten by a toothy shark—arms and legs everywhere. My strikingly beautiful man was a flop.
Totally defeated, I wanted to cry, I wanted to stay home, but more importantly I wanted to party. I thought maybe if I dress him up nicely people won’t realize there’s blood on the dance floor.
So, we make the fantastic voyage to the club which proved to be as diverse as our posse. We walk in, it’s crowded, and the music is pumping. We round the bar, threw back a drink and hit the dance floor. Greg’s friends, two very tall White guys, are dancing their asses off, I mean they’re jamming! I turn to Greg expecting to see his face awash with fear….Hell no, he’s throwing down—Usher could’ve taken lessons from him. He was showing out, y’all! Every female on the floor moved in. I quickly corrected that. Back up bitches, he’s mine.
For two straight hours Greg Ames danced circles around me. At one point my mouth literally fell open from sheer exhaustion and I left the floor with my hair jacked up and pouting. He continued turning it out for least another hour. I later found out he was versed in most forms of dance…hip hop/street being his favorite.
Sneaky Bastard!! When I say he can dance, I mean he can put it down! I was embarrassed, my hair and makeup were beyond redemption and to this day my girlfriends still laugh about that night.
In hindsight, there were a few red flags:
- The security guard didn’t ask for our passes. Greg smiled and we were in!
- Greg knew the exact location of the coat-check room.
- He bobbed his head in perfect sync to the music when we came through the door.
- In bed, he could do that hip roll thingy, sorta like dumping and grinding.
- He had a pair of Adidas Shell Toes!
- Right next to his collection of Mozart, there was a Dr. Dre CD.
- Whenever “Mo Money Mo Problems” would come on, he’d throw his “Rollies in the sky and wave‘em side to side...”
The moral of this story is: Don’t be fooled! WASP can dance!
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17 Responses to "Don’t Be Fooled! WASP Can Dance!"
said this on 28 Feb 2010 3:29:28 PM CST
Tooooo funny!. I've also learned my lesson a long time ago not to judge a dude by his colour.
Don't they just put one to shame though?. I too thought I had rhythm until I went clubbing with this (too) young Swiss dude, who loved RnB, and Garage. While on the dance floor he turned to me and asked: "What are you doing?". I was unsure of what he meant, until he point blank said I had no rhythm. I was floored, cause even though my music of choice (don't snicker) is techno, I'm black, which equals rhythm, right?. Nope, he thought I danced "like a Swiss" and promptly took me to another club where the music was more apt for my style of (rhythmless) dancing = techno!. Suffice to say I never heard from him again, which was truly fine with my ashamed butt. I really really really really dislike those smug white dudes who have more rhythm than I!!!. |
said this on 28 Feb 2010 3:58:54 PM CST
LMFAO! Girl, you're killing me! He asked what were you doing? I would've walked off the floor and straight out the door, lol! I can't stop laughing. You've made my day. :)
Yes, they put us to shame, don't they? Now, I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but we went to a club in Geneva and met up with a few French guys…again they danced circles around us. I wish I could remember the name of that club, it had great music. |
said this on 28 Feb 2010 6:07:36 PM CST
This is just to funny. I guess you both learned your lesson with my family being the color of the rainbow some of my cousins(who happen to be white) had to teach a couple of lessons like that when we were younger. I laughed so hard at their dance partners cause they thought just cause they were white they didn't know how to dance. Needless to say my cousins turned the dance floor out.
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said this on 28 Feb 2010 7:28:52 PM CST
That is hilarious, see that's what you get for assuming. I've never seen my sweetie dance, he keeps saying he can't but I get the sneaking suspension he's lying and can't wait to break out on me. He's got rhythm in the bedroom and I always suspected like you said that's means he has rhythm on the dance floor. And he listens to more Hip-hop and R & B that I even knew existed. Sneaky white boys, LOL.
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said this on 28 Feb 2010 7:59:41 PM CST
Eugenia, I won't make the same mistake twice. You'd better look out, if he can do that little hip rolling thing in bed then 9 times out of 10 he'll show out on the dance floor. Don't stand there like I was...stuck on stupid and waiting on dumb. *SMH*
Greg's taste in music is all over the play. He play classic piano, guitar and a few other instruments so he pretty diverse. But when he broke out singing "Rappers Delight" in the car one night, I thought I'd die. Just die! The "Freak Me" video on Stephanie's page...that was his request. LOL! |
said this on 28 Feb 2010 7:46:16 PM CST
Vicki, you know what I mean. It's sad when they show out. Never judge a person by their skin color...that's mistake number one....and don't think a person has to be raised around Black folks to know how to dance. Greg wasn't raised around ANY minorities (their maids were White!), his a true blue WASP and he can put it down.
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said this on 28 Feb 2010 9:10:20 PM CST
Go 'head now Greg! Like I've said to him in a previous post.......AWWWW GIT IT, GIT IT! OOOOO WEEEEE! LOL!
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said this on 01 Mar 2010 12:13:14 AM CST
Yves, don't encourage the madness. You didn't hear about Friday, did you? He was walking around talking abut, "Aw, Get it, Get it!". He and Stephanie are so bad we they get together, lol!
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said this on 28 Feb 2010 11:11:00 PM CST
LOL. I swear he won't catch me off guard. "Freak Me" was his request, I love it. The first time my sweetie and I got our groove on, it was too that song. Believe me, I was surprised this man is not a blacky white boy, LOL. He did not come across as that kind and I stepped out of his bathroom with Jodeci playing in the background. I had to catch myself for a second and say 'is that K-Ci and JoJo?' he had me after that. Sneaky white boys.
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said this on 01 Mar 2010 12:20:31 AM CST
Yes, that was Greg's request. Stephanie and I were up chatting and Greg asked her to play "Freak Me" and she made it the song of the day. Girl, I was crying laughing. Those two are horrible together.
OMG! No he wasn't playing Jodeci?! Stop the press! I love it, oh goodness I'm dying. See, they're sneaky! Greg blindsided me because he is uber-White. He's not White-Chocolate or K-Fed. You won't catch him wearing corn rows and gold chains...but he'll break out his Adidas on a heartbeat! |
said this on 01 Mar 2010 1:24:33 AM CST
What's up with Adidas? Matt loves those things too. LOL. Your hubby sounds like a fun guy.
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said this on 01 Mar 2010 2:51:57 AM CST
I don't know what's with Adidas but G-Man loves them. I draw the line at the jump suits and Kango though. :) And for the record: Greg Ames is a mess!
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said this on 01 Mar 2010 3:17:25 AM CST
I don't blame you with the no go on the jump suit and kangol, that's just wrong on so many levels. But what can you do but love them, LOL.
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said this on 02 Mar 2010 9:58:45 PM CST
When are we going to see a pix of Greg? Your a beaut and I want to see what your mate looks like.
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said this on 02 Mar 2010 11:48:49 PM CST
Aw, thanks Membsie! Greg stays in hiding most of the time because of his job (lawyer). I think I have a picture of him on my Facebook or MySpace page. Check it out there.
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said this on 02 Mar 2010 11:52:13 PM CST
Olga, don't try to flatter us, lol. You know the madness I have to put up with. Between BC and the pocket full of chicken and Greg dancing in the supermarket, I'm going to go crazy.
One day I'll share the "BC and the pocket full of chicken" story with everyone. I'm still laughing. :) |
said this on 03 Mar 2010 2:50:11 AM CST
Lmao!! Go Greg! now i wish i could say the same for Randy, he cannot dance, i've tried the teaching thing, did not work!
I'm not complaining, we do just fine .. |