Spring Adventures Start Now

I went dancing last night. Well I'm not sure you can call it dancing but I went and took my first dance lesson. Our dance instructor wasn't as gay as I was hoping, although when he did cut in to dance with me (more like to show Mr. Twinkle Toes how to lead) it was like holding my own hand…they were so petite. I had a blast, and there was no real damage done to either partner's feet, which is always a good sign.

I have this issue with coordination you see, so I was a little worried. However I think we did alright, if you don't mind me looking at my feet instead of your face.  I'm not sure dance instructors think of teaching as something to do to earn a paycheck but rather as a way to share their passion with others. So I don't know how our guy took it when I answered his question of whether I had danced before with, "do dance parties in my bedroom count?" I laughed but I'm not sure he was amused.

Oh and my reference to being a horse didn't go over too well either. But in all honesty when he was explaining how to lead it sounded like I was a horse, and Mr. Twinkle Toes had to know what to do to get me to move (lead me) in a certain direction.

I'm excited to go again and really get into it…more than shuffling our feet around. I'll leave you with a quote from Mr. Twinkle Toes, "I'm gonna Foxtrot the shit out of you!"