In grade school we had this class party and there was music and dancing. For some reason I overcame my fear and started dancing. The girls loved it. I was better than most at the ripe age of...I don't know 11?
And as I caught the lady's hand and did some move I felt more and more self-conscious.
After that I never danced again. I regert that mow. I should have continued. And mold it into my brain, forcing open the neural pathways that allow people to engage in this activity.
It should be like typing, at some point your fingers automatically know the paths to take to the right button.
But I stopped, went over to the wallflowers, sat down with them and said no to the girls.
I don't understand what happened. In high school we had these yearly parties too. I didn't feel I would be good, was too afraid to make a fool of myself. More regrets.
I should have done it. I should have. Boost my self-confidence that little bit more. I might have used such success later in life, go to a disco e.g. Maybe meet a girl. Fall in love, have sex at a normal age.
Dancing is part of the rituals to get a girl.