What Makes You Cringe?
For me, it’s nails on anything. Also, fake smiles, ugly shoes, and a unique high-pitch scream that only Soleil can reach. It is –to quote the drama teacher in High School Musical– “a note that cannot be accessed in the natural world.”
And most recently, sweaty guys at the gym. Last week, Coco and I were on our way to the locker room at the gym when the group class caught our attention. We stopped to watch the new belly dancing class that was going on in the glass-enclosed room.
“This looks fun,” I told Coco and she nodded. “But, I’m not doing it with my 12 year old daughter.” I added.
“Why not?” She said.
“Because, you don’t need to learn to belly dance until you’re married.” She gave me a quizzical look for a second, then she wrinkled up her nose and gave me her you’re gross, mom look. I laughed and we went to the locker room to get ready, dancers forgotten.
Later, I sat to do some leg lifts and was again facing the belly dancing class. Now the women seemed to be doing freestyle. Without restraint they danced around the room, arms in air, bellies shaking away. Some were laughing, some biting their lip in focus, some had their eyes closed in their own sultry world.
I giggled to myself when I saw that every man who passed the class had his head nearly snap off. A few bold women had their voluptuous bellies and more fully exposed. While I somewhat admired the confidence of the women who were freely hanging out, the sweaty, leering guys just grossed me out.
One man on the abs machine in front of me sat with his head in his hands between every set. Perhaps he had a headache, but I like to think he had his own hot wife at home and was resisting the temptation of watching other women dance seductively.
Well, there’s another reason I won’t be taking this class. I wouldn’t want to be tempting strange men with my super-hot body, now would I? <insert chuckle here.>
Come to think of it, it wasn’t the belly dancers or even the ogling men that made me cringe. It was the mental image I got of my own belly shaking away in front of a gym full of people. Big cringe.
What about you? What makes you wince and wrinkle your nose in disgust?