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| I'm the one in the back with the glasses and hot stud! |
No, thank God, I don’t.
And no, I’m not at the DMV. I’m at a country and western dancing class at
TWU with my “friend” Sandy. We’ll see if
she’s still my “friend” when these 8 weeks are over.
I tease, she’s alright and we did have fun.
She’s in this phase of life where she wants to try
new things and meet new people and let’s be honest here, I’m SO NOT.
I’m pretty sure I’d been drinking when she
proposed this idea of going to this class and I agreed to try it. I think.
Or maybe I was just distracted.
Last night was our first class and I should’ve
started drinking before leaving the house.
See, we had this big plan of leaving early so we
wouldn’t make a grand entrance. It didn’t
quite work out that way. Oh, we left
early, but we still made an entrance.
We went to the wrong building. Twice.
By the time we finally ended up where we were
supposed to be, we were nice and sweaty, I mean, glowing with excitement to be
there.
We walk into a room full of…couples! Like boys and girls all posed neatly in a
circle waiting to start dancing.
Then we come busting into class, all two girls all
dressed up and no boys to dance with.
Cause this wasn’t supposed to be a ‘couples’
class.
So, instead of being all depressed and single, we
danced with each other, taking turns being the boy.
Now, get your minds out of the gutter, it wasn’t
gross (mostly) but it was sweaty.
Sandy couldn’t figure out that the boys hands
always go on top and she kept asking me not the fling her across the room for
some reason.
I think the instructor got irritated a time or two
because we kept laughing hysterically. I’m
also pretty sure that the other couples were somewhat annoyed- psh, like we’re
supposed to take this all serious and junk?!
Please!
HELLO?!!! We’ll
be dancing at BARS… not like at a Catholic Mass or anything…
Anyway, I’m sure there will be much funni-ness
that comes out of this new adventure that I find myself in. Just the fact that I’m dancing… in a
classroom… probably with a girl for the rest of my days… will have to bring
some hilariousness.
I love my comfort zone- and I hate to brag,
whatever, I love to brag, it’s pretty awesome up in Pamela’s comfort zone- but
it’s healthy to be pushed from it occasionally.
I admire my friends that just seem fearless and
anxious to try new things all the time when I dread it.
Oh yes, I’m sure there’s some deeper wounds going
on there on my part, but still, it’s just not my nature to enjoy any kind of
change in my world.
Lately though, I’ve been in sort of a rut and this
was a good opportunity to change that.
Thank you, Sandy for helping me stretch and grow a little.
Thank you, Sandy for helping me stretch and grow a little.
We’re still friends, for the moment. ;)
I can’t make any promises until after next week’s
class.
Blessin’s y’all!
Picture found here.
