The Dance Class

So, I’ve been dancing my buns off for 3 weeks now. And I’m beginning to get in touch with that little girl inside me again. :)

Thursday night  the theme was African dancing.  The music was incredible and the dance steps were a joy to perform. We even had to shout at certain times, and I mean SHOUT. “YES!!!!!” as our arms went up and we sashayed forward. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! ”, as we bent down and sashayed back. As a girlfriend suggested, “Just think ‘YES, God!’ and ‘NO, Satan!!’  Works for me.

Our instructor brought out a selection of colorful wraps for us to don. After the initial self-consciousness dissipated somewhat, the room was filled with smiles and laughter. After all, everybody was encouraged to ‘play the part’. One person,however, declined.

A man.

Yes, tonight, just as the class was starting, a late 30’s guy walked in wearing a T shirt and jeans. We all thought he was joking when he said he was there for the dance class.  A few chuckles were heard.  But he didn’t turn to leave. He WAS there to dance.  Girlfriend and I exchanged questioning, somewhat worried glances. It wouldn’t be the same with a GUY in the class! But we got over it pretty quickly. The music started and concentration on rhythm and dance steps began.

I looked over at him a few times over the course of the hour, and he looked to be having a good time. He wasn’t a natural dancer (who am I to talk?!) , but he was enthusiastic.

This was the most fun class yet. I think I’m starting to relax and really get into the dancing. If you know me at all, I’m pretty reserved, but I think all this is good. Everyone needs to just hang loose once in a while. And what better way to do it than with an excellent dance instructor! Does she know how to move and get into the music, or what?!!

Next week the theme is Bollywood!!! :)