“I danced with a couple of guys.”

“What were their names?” my mom asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Did you talk to them?”

“No.”

“Were they cute?”

“Well, I didn’t see their faces, but my friends said they were cute”

Fist bumping, grinding, rap music and little to no lighting. Whatever happened to having a guy ask you to dance? Or to music where you can hear the lyrics and they aren’t blatantly about sex or alcohol? Call me a romantic, but I like seeing the face of the guy I’m dancing with, and I’d like it to be actual dancing, with dance moves, not swaying my hips side to side with some guy behind me.

And the music! I don’t want to hear someone speed-talking to a bass (Nicki Minaj) or dropping a bunch of pots and pans and getting into a car crash (Skrillex). What happened to lyrics, instruments and a song with story and meaning?

This past weekend, after a night of being jostled in a mosh-pit with my friends, I took a chance and asked the DJ if he had “Come on Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners, a song from 1982. Several songs later, with only a couple of my friends left on the dance floor, the song came on and I danced; I mean I actually danced till I felt my face getting red, and I didn’t care if I looked good because at that moment I couldn’t stop smiling because I felt so alive.

I love iPhones, text messaging and Tumblr as much as the next person, but these advances shouldn’t take the place of Billy Joel, sock hops and written letters, which are only some of the elements that seem to be dwindling in our generation. I want to bring them back, even if on a small scale, so you may enjoy them if you like. I’m in love with our parents’ and grandparents’ generation and I want incorporate the aspects of that age into our society. So those of you who insist on having some stranger push his jeans against you can enjoy that and the rest of us can go disco to “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees.