Kyoo 138

If I actually titled my blogs, this one would be titled "Why I don't go to dance lessons as a single young adult". So here we go.

- You know the guy that you notice upon entering the room for every reason except his stunning good looks and eminent charm? The one who's terribly overweight with pale white skin, weird lips, and unusual amounts of sweat already dripping off of his face and arms? Yes. That's the one I get paired up with E V E R Y S I N G L E T I M E.

- My luck always stops the second I get paired up with said partner. This is about the time I find out we're learning a move called "The Cuddle". NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I would more affectionately dub it "The Straight Jacket".

- 95% of men that I've had to dance with in classes can't feel a beat. And I can. Dancing with them never works. They HAVE to be on beat or I start getting ticks and eventually take over and push them around. I've discovered that no man can take this kind of forwardness and apparently it's a blow to their ego. Oh well.

- Unfortunately, repetition is key when attempting to master any skill. Especially dancing. Which means that I not only have to endure an awkward move with this partner once. Nope. I get to go through the motions 10, 20, 50, er, more like 999 times. Yup, it's mastered. I would have been fine just practicing it once. Or not at all. I could have just watched and felt quite capable.

- I can't stand there like the cute girls and act clueless to flirt with the one or two decent-looking guys that are there. First, I'm not cute by the world's standards, and second, I'm not clueless (about most things...). And while I'm a good actor, it's just not in my genetic makeup to play dumb to get a guys attention. If it works on the guy, then I am NOT interested in that guy.

So, dance lessons are neither good for finding a potential mate or learning how to dance. That's probably why I never stick with them. I give them a try here and there. Apparently I forget how inhumane they are in between. Probably not this time though. That guys hands were so cold and clammy it still makes me want to puke. It was like holding both of my hands in a bag of cold, imadequately drained spaghetti.

I really think I could be a decent dancer but until I find another way to learn, I'll just continue making up moves and expressing myself in the comfort of my own home. Maybe when I'm married and can just dance with my husband.

Have a great day :)