Ninth Grade Irish Group Beer Shit

Eric Trondson-Clinger

After we broke up, my girlfriend would come over to my house. She was into some Irish group then. We'd play it and she'd start dancin', and ask me to dance but I was too self-conscious to do anything like that. So she'd dance and I'd sit on my bed longing to touch her again knowing that I probably never would. On some of the faster songs, she'd grab my hands and pull me up so I was standing up and make me dance and I'd make the most minute movements so it looked like maybe I was dancing and she'd move all around the room and dance around me. I'd try to reach out to bring her back and dance closer to me and when she did I'd try to rub my hard-on against her, but she wouldn't let that get in the way of her dancing around the room and I'd sit there with a hard-on wanting her as she orbited my room.