The class is four sessions long and filled with the most remarkably awkward people I have ever met in my life. Believe it or not (I certainly didn't) I don't think there are any gay men in the class. Just painfully shy and awkward or oddly confident dudes who are afraid to do hip hop or think they're the bees' knees. It is a bizarre experience.
I may not be the most awkward but I think I am the worst. I am an awful dancer. I can't do the moves and I keep thinking I'm going to throw out a hip. I was trying to dance and the teacher called me out saying, "You need to work on your face. You look like you're in pain." Apparently dancing is mostly attitude. Who knew? Everybody but me, that's who. I told my mom what the dance teacher told me about my face and she laughed so hard I heard a snort over the phone. That made it all worth it.
So, I didn't meet any interesting guys but I did get out and do something new. I wasn't sitting on the couch or playing on the computer. Something new and something different. This is the way I said I was going to churn and I did it. And I feel good. Now I have to find a way to meet men who give me butterflies. I really miss butterflies.Dancing Notes: I think I am better at Latin dancing than hip hop. And I think I found my move. It looks nerdy with Chuck Taylors and I like that. But I tried to do it again this morning in front of the mirror and I forgot it. Blast!
For the record: I paid for my dance class.
