Country Music line dancing girl?

A well known bar straight from Nashville.

The music blared from the speakers—big modern country anthems, boots tapping, a sea of women in short skirts, cowboy hats, and denim dancing in line.

The beer overpriced, the bar packed, a country music event.

I was soaking it all in.

There were mainly groups of women everywhere—very little men..

Carefree women enjoying themselves, laughing loudly, tossing their hair, stomping their cowboy boots.

Some were up line dancing, perfectly in sync, while others leaned watched like me singing away.,

The bar Grls were part of the spectacle too—barely dressed, provocatively dancing on the bar every 30 minutes like clockwork, drawing cheers.

And then there was me. Male me. Sitting there in jeans, boots, and a country and western t-shirt—enjoying the music, but mostly observing. Watching.

And feeling that now-familiar thought how male me so boring and structured to sit there and sing not dance.

Because if I were there as Davina if she were real? I wouldn’t have been sitting down long. I'd have been up there dancing too—short skirt swishing around my thighs, tanned legs stepping out in cowboy boots, black cowboy hat perched on my blonde curls. Laughing and enjoying it.

Instead, I watched the women around me and studied their outfits, their makeup, how they did their hair.

Wondering how it felt to be that free to express themselves and dance, haooy for them nice to see them enjoying themselves.

Davina leading the line dance lol

I briefly imagined myself among them—not just watching, but dancing too and what I'd wear and laughed to myself.

Maybe one day.whom knows.

Davina