Dance Class Don't
Mrs. Hyde Speaks Up
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.