New hobby alert!!!! I'm officially a dancer now, I have the blisters to prove it. That's right, I put down my knitting needles, got off the couch and put a pretty dress on.
I've been taking dance classes for a month now, but yesterday, I went to a dance. We learned Cha-Cha for an hour and then danced to all the different genres for two hours. I was so scared I wasn't going to be asked to dance!! But I was the Belle of the Ball!!! Probably because I was severely overdressed. There were even guys my age there which was a huge shock because I thought just old people went to these things. But now I have a little group of friends I'm going to the next dance with. Yes, I know I'm not supposed to end a sentence with 'with' but sometimes I can't help being a #rule #breaker.
The worst part of the whole thing, the only bad part truly, was this one guy. Let's call him "creeper smile". Mr. Creeper Smile would ask me to dance to every other song and just absolutely did not care if he stepped on my toes. And he would do these complicated moves and 'fake-outs' where he leads me to spin but then just drops me without explaining a single thing. The other guys I danced with were nice enough to lead me through dances I didn't know, but not Mr. Creeper Smile, no no. He also just had to let me know he was 'under 35' which I take to mean he's 34. I did my best to be polite, because women get killed for less!!!!
After each dance, I couldn't get away from him fast enough but he would always find me again. He even wanted the last dance but thankfully, my friend, who reallllllyyyy knows how to dance, saved me just in time. Let's call him the Columbian. The Columbian and me were tight through the whole dance, next week, I'll ask him and the Gringo (another really nice guy around my age) to go for drinks after salsa. Look at me having a life after tragedy, who's #proud?
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