The basis of the Southern Comfort Zone blog is about being alone but not missing out on anything because of it. There are few things that remind me more that I am single than social dance. My first point of context is that I really, really enjoy dancing, but at the same time, I really, really dislike dancing with other people. Probably has something to do with having someone else, in particular a man, lead me (or drag me, in my opinion) around the dance floor. A male friend of mine jokes that I only let him lead when I'm drunk, and I am resigned to the fact that he's right.
My second point of context is that learning to dance socially is high on my adventure list. I'm not sure why when I seem to hate it so much. I suppose I have this romantic notion that if I find the right partner, I'll no longer dislike it so.
Well, I did the unthinkable, and I went to dance lessons with my friend. And though it wasn't the best 90 minutes of my life, I didn't die. Score!
But, wait, I then decided I was truly a glutton for punishment, and I did it again! This time, I went to learn latin dance. Now, this turned out to be an unbelievably amazing experience...because I met a fabulous dance partner. He was patient, kind, caring, and only wanted to help me be a better dancer and partner. Perhaps he also had ulterior motives (keep reading), but ultimately, he just wanted me to have a good time. And THAT, I most certainly did!
Plus...I got a date out of it!! Now isn't that the best reward of them all?!
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