Put On Your Dancing Shoes

Tonight I went dancing for the first time in a VERY long time. I am not much of a dancer. There is a reason why I played sports that didn't need very much coordination with your feet; I have very little! And it is obvious.

The young man I went with was very kind, patient, and gracious. He handled my inability to dance very well. I never understood why the lights at dances were always dimmed, until tonight. It is for the purpose of hiding the unskilled dancers whose faces are beaming red from embarrassment. I can attest to that.

Another thing that I learned about dancing tonight will probably stay with me for the rest of my life. As much as I love and wear Chaco sandals I will never wear them dancing again. I am sure they can be worn for less intense dancing, but for the triple step or polka they are out of the question. (But then again, it could have been caused by my poor attempt at trying to dance these different dance styles). Two abrasions and one large blister taught this to me, not to mention a few smashed toes from being stepped on. I had felt bad for him because of the huge gap between our dancing skills. I made it clear that if he never asked me to go dancing again I wouldn't be offended in the least bit.

But I admit, despite my battle wounds and my not so talented skill of dancing I still had a good time and enjoyed the company. Can't say I would volunteer to go and do it again, but I certainly wouldn't dismiss an invitation to go, if asked.