Dance Class Don't

I’ve been busy with my family, friends and occasional dates so I wanted to do something fun for myself.  I signed up for a Latin dance class.  Learn the Mambo, Salsa and Meringue in four classes…well, at least start to learn it!

At the first class, I was the youngest person there (by at least 15 years).  Since I was also the only one who didn’t bring a partner, I was paired with the teacher.  Bonus!  I was going to get first hand lessons dancing with the teacher.  I was excited until he decided to rotate partners a few times.  My next partner didn’t speak English and was timid.  I’m the woman, but someone had to lead, so I did my best to count out the steps and nudge him the right direction.

My next partner reminded me of my sweet grandfather but this guy made sure I knew my place.  “I’m the man.  I lead; you do what I tell you.”  Alrighty then.  He spun me around the dance floor and he and his wife had me laughing and really enjoying the class.  I could hardly wait for the next week.

The following week, I chatted with the older couple waiting for the second class to begin when a few new people filtered in.  Another unpaired woman joined the class so we partnered up.  Since it was her first class, I volunteered to be the ‘man’ so she could learn the basics.  Things went fine for 10 minutes until a late-comer walked in.  The teacher walked over and said “Great news!  We have a man you two can take turns dancing with.” 

He was young, Latin and pretty good looking…nice!  I danced with the teacher while the new girl took a ‘turn’ with the new guy.  When the teacher said to switch, I nervously got into starting position with the new guy.  And then we tried to dance…ugh.