Waltz vs. jazz hands

I just woke up from a dream. A most enthralling dream if that is the word. In this dream I learned a valuable life lesson that, naturally, I choose to share with my social network world. I had a dream:

I was in a dance room in a line up of students. We were all supposed to be partnered up and in groups we were supposed to be auditioning or showing our teacher some sort of hyper scat jazz hands show offy move. The groups were going pretty fast and when my group came, my partner ran ahead of the line and decided to leave me and do his jazz hands audition at the head of the rest of the group. I didn't know he was my partner. All I knew was that our group was moving real fast and I had to followthem by myself doing my jazz hands show off move. The thing is, I'm not a show offy jazz hands person. I hate dancing and showing off. I passed by the teacher half heartedly.

The teacher then turned off the fast paced jazz music and called the groups back and began criticizing. Before our group was called up, I told the guy "I think you're my partner" and he said oh, and I sat beside him. As the teacher called up our group, again my partner runs to the front and leaves me. Annoyed but eager to hear his criticisms, I listened to the teacher. "You were good but your jazz hands were too show offy and you were over enthusiastic." As the teacher proceeded to judge the couple in front of me, nice, slow waltz music came on. I lost interest in the judging and told the girl in front of me that I was never really good at dancing and didn't know why they made me take this class. Probably to justify to myself the bad criticisms I was about to receive due to my lack of effort and interest in jazz hands.

As the waltz music continued to play I looked around the room and noticed two elderly couples dancing in the background to the waltz. They both were so in love and were so happy to be dancing with each other. They were kissing and being lovingly old and feeble. My heart started to cry and long for what they had.

Then I woke up. I realized immediately what the dream meant. Either you continue chasing that guy who just wants to show off in front of the class and do everything by himself to prove to everyone that he is the best so that he feels like he belongs whilst you are constantly chasing after him and him constantly trying to get away from you because you suck at dancing and are an embarrassment to him. Or you be with someone who loves you until you are old and feeble. Be with someone who will dance with you in the background not ashamed to kiss you and love you and doesn't care what anyone thinks because the woman he loves is in his arms and that's the only thing that he needs to make him happy. Not his friends, not what other people think, but that the woman he loves loves him back.

That's what I want. A love that will last until I'm old and grey. I'm not chasing the attention hog. I want to be  with someone that wants my attention and loves me for who I am.