take a dance class

Yeah, I know. But I chickened out anyway.

I was 5 minutes late for the class, and the concept of walking in and being partnered up brought back awkward, repressed memories of 9th grade PE, when we learned different dance styles and in the swing lesson I got assigned to the boy that never washed his PE clothes and smelled like it, who after that unfortunate period became the boy that never washed his PE clothes and smelled like it AND head butted me after accidentally trying to lead too violently.

I’ll take a dance class next session.

Every Sunday for 10 weeks, 5-6pm, I’m taking an Argentine Tango class at my gym. I think some friends of mine are doing it with me, but even if they don’t, I will.

My two left feet just want to dance!