baby steps

With the idea of finding something new and fun to do (and after having watched Dirty Dancing for like the millionth or so time), I signed us up for swing-dance lessons (non-dirty dancing, but it looked like fun anyway). Yes, B. was agreeable; no, neither of us was quite prepared for what awaited us in yonder studio.

All started well. The dance instructor had us stand in a circle across from our partners (who were in an outer circle) to teach us beginning footwork, from the point of view of the person leading (think Fred) and the person following (think Ginger). After that, we joined our partners and learned the proper way to hold onto each other (a là Johnny Castle and Baby — “this is your dance space, this is my dance space”).

And then music, and 1 -2 , angle back, cross, turn, STOP — CHANGE PARTNERS. Huh? We were instructed to move on to a new partner for the next segment of the lesson, and then again for the next, and so on through the evening.

I think I danced with B. twice. And 20 other partners the other 20 times.

The reason we were doing this? “You need to learn how to dance with different people, because you never know when you may have to.” Seriously? How many  times do you find yourself in a dance emergency (“OMG, I wish I’d danced with strangers in dance class — how will I survive dancing with someone’s Uncle Sol at little Tiffany’s bat mitzvah?”).

The one person with whom I plan on doing 99.9% of my dancing for as long as my legs hold out is the person I signed up for the class with. He’s the one I need to learn with. He’s also the person I want holding me and smiling down into my eyes (or grimacing, depending on whether I mistake his foot for the floor). We’re taking this class together because we want to spend time together (no offense to the 20 other partners, but, no, I don’t want your sweaty hand in mine or on the middle of my back. Eww. Just eww.).

B. and I lasted only two of the eight sessions, because it just wasn’t fun. But it wasn’t a total loss. We took the steps we learned and now dance whenever the mood strikes. In our kitchen with the music turned up (My Girl by the Temptations is a fave). And after a couple of glasses of wine, the lift (ill-advised) even seems like a possibility.

Time of our life.

© 2012 Claudia Grossman

5 comments on “baby steps

  1. Excellent. I think it is great that B agreed to take the class. I am still working on my hubbie to try this. Our problem….I am always trying to LEAD….go figure…
    Fun post today…

  2. Good for you. D. and I have been ballroom dancing for ten years and even he loves it!

  3. I love dancing impromptu–instructions not required! Dorene

  4. Great post, Claudia. I’d feel exactly the same way! At least you and B won’t need lessons to engage in the much-anticipated Lakers gazing to soon occur.

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