I’ve never seen Dirty Dancing. I know, I know gassssp! It’s always been one of those films that everyone talks about, and I’ll catch snippets of it here and there on television, but I’ve never sat down and watched it the whole way through. It’s like Footloose to me, or the Titanic (which I saw for the first time a few years ago!) Something that is very quotable (“Nobody puts Baby in the corner!), but I couldn’t have cared less to actually see the film.

Last week my friend Brooke asked me if I’d like to see the play Dirty Dancing at the Fox Theatre. I jumped at the chance because I hadn’t been to the Fox since I was a kid, and I forgot how beautiful the architecture of the playhouse is. And also, it was the Sunday before fall break was officially over and I felt due for a last hurrah. Thankfully, unlike the last time I went to see A Christmas Carol when I was eight and promptly fell asleep within the first thirty minutes of the play, I was attentive in the action of the play. It was corny in all the right ways. I laughed and applauded and got goosebumps listening to some of the players sing. My face hurt from smiling at all the gorgeous choreography and my ears rang slightly from the applause and “yeeeeeaahhhhhh“‘s after Johnny came back and pulled Baby away from the corner of the room with his iconic line.

And, it sorta made me…sad? Now, I’m all for over-the-top cheesiness, but something about the play made me wish for a companion. I can hear the dramatic gasp from my friends and family. Yes, you read that right, I was sad because Baby got Johnny and I have a cat to go home to. Dirty Dancing somewhat got through to my very cold heart.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m extremely happy on my own. I’m comfortable in my skin. I’m happy with where I’m at and the fact that I don’t have to make plans around someone else’s schedule. However, at other times it would be nice to have a consistent relationship with someone who tells me I’m pretty and occasionally buys me ice cream. Someone besides my mom.

I guess after 22 years of not having anyone, it would be nice to have someone to share my life with. Or parts of my life. Yet, at the same time, the idea of that gives me anxiety thinking I’ll be tied down and won’t be able to ever do anything that I want. I’ve seen friends get sucked into the world’s of their significant others and never having time to do things outside of that bubble. That seems sad to me because I’d rather spend more time alone than with someone. But, that statement is probably sad to other people.

So, as cheesy and as overhyped as Dirty Dancing was, it still hit me in a way that I was least expecting. It is a beautiful play and if you live in the St. Louis area, I highly recommend that you go see it before it’s gone. Who knows, maybe you’ll leave wishing you had a partner too if you don’t already?

Damn you, Dirty Dancing, damn you.


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