Sean's AM Journal

[Sean]

(And then there were the actual ballerinas, but you don't know, or want that kind of crazy.)

Oh dude, I've been close. Not an actual ballerina, but close enough to smell the brimstone.

A long time ago, my wife-at-the-time was in a shoestring opera, and there were dancers to represent various active scenery (rivers, etc). The guy running the opera designed his own set pieces, and I brought a friend to come fix some of them when it was discovered that 17 casters of different sizes and orientations didn't roll well.

After fixing them, one of the dancers came over to thank me for fixing their set pieces, and exclaiming how much safer she felt now that they were stable. I made small talk with her for a few minutes, and then she told me how often she'd been complimented on her back. Then she turned around to show me. I said, "Uh huh. Back. Yeah, that's a nice back."

My internal monologue was more akin to, "Yeah, I know that when I'm checking out a woman, that's one of the first things I notice. Forget her face, ass, legs, or boobs: the back is HOT!" (Yes, Sheldon, that's sarcasm).