I once enrolled in
ballroom dancing classes. That
did not last so long.
Years ago, at an Arthur Murray dance studio, because I met a guy in a bar who was a teacher there and he offered me some free lessons.
I can’t for the life of me remember his name now, all these years later, but he was tall, blond, and gay. I think it was Casey.
I loved moving my body and spinning to music, tapping and twisting my way around the floor, and somehow convinced John to take classes with me.
I think we lasted two classes, and as much as he said (and I thought) he enjoyed it, he bowed out – gracefully, thankfully.
It cost a lot of money. It would have been a huge commitment.
He was never very good at commitment.