Everytime we went out with our friends to the VFW, I’d get drug out to the center of the dance floor and used as a pole by my hubby and one of his besties. They’d dance around me. Everyone was laughing having a great time. I never mind when this happens but I’d rather be at my table by myself chilling. I don’t mind when my husband leaves the table and mingles. He’s socializing, especially with people he doesn’t see very often. That’s his thing. My thing? Well, my thing is I’d rather sit at the table. That’s where I feel most comfortable. But I couldn’t resist asking everytime on the way home…Why me? I was happy and content at the table by myself.