Went on my date/lesson tonight, Mom watching was a little odd, but fun, she was loving it and everyone was so nice to her. The odd part was me trying to not look all googly eyed! I need an ugly partner I’ve decided, this Cutie Pahtooty is holding me back! Where did all of my rhythm go?! Maybe I left it in the bottom of a wine glass somewhere, this dance stuff is hard! But in my defense, I haven’t practiced at all. Guess I gotta do what I gotta do to pick up momentum on the learning curve, pronto. I want to glide across floor, not dance like Frankenstein in a strait jacket, we spend more time pausing so he can unclench me by making some space between my shoulders and my head, then we do dancing. I can't help it, he makes me nervous and instead of listening to what he is saying, I make jokes. I am all in my head and he is accusing me of thinking too much....there is a first time for everything. I am thinking way too much, I am thinking out how cute our kids would be :)
Ok, I have to go to bed, working out before work, working all day and then working the dance floor after work is a whole lotta work...
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