Poilce-Guy Date 1

So after about 2 weeks of texting and phone tags, traveling and anticipation… we met up for a spontaneous swing dance lesson as I got back a day early from Baltimore! I almost didn’t call since he was getting back from NC and a 13 hour drive! We met only 11 block from my place and he paid the cover, telling the host to let me in, he’ll be on the dance floor!

He was kinda sparkly and giddy when I arrived! Still cute! Really good looking man! I might have been better watching him dance for a bit before jumping right on in. Lesson learned! “Give some space and observe the surroundings!”

Well, I was greeted with a huge smile, a hug and the “something curled up inside of you and died” breath! WOW! OK, so let’s dance! Swing isn’t too close and can be very fast.. let’s do it! OK.. well not only does he have ZERO rhythm but his feet go not know how to follow each other let alone the actaul steps. This is NOt good for me. we’re in a lesson and the man has to be the LEADER in this type of partnership. We ladies follow by the MAN giving clear signals to us as to what he wants us to do. As the woman, we are here to follow our man and look pretty! It’s showed by hand holds and body position. Now, I thought for sure he can do the basic swaying side to side, even if not mastering the chasse , the back step is crucial. I was a dancer  growing up and dancing and kissing are my 2 favorite things to do in this world! Oh, NO! In a partner dance the two must be paired well and I guess my mind trickles into the resilience  and resistance of fluid movement with him. OH NO!!! He’s so cute and we get along so far.. Oh, there’s that breath again!! Ew! Oh, NO!! He looks  like he’s scared but wants to have fun! That’s good! the willingness to enjoy even the journey. “I guess you can see I don’t have that great of rhythm”, he smiles bouncing and tripping over himself as almost in jest but it’s not! It’s not in jest! He’s hopeless on the dance floor. “Back Step. No matter what else you do if you do the back step, then you can always find your way back and then your partner knows what she’s supposed to do.” I say as I find myself leading and teaching him, almost scolding in a way or at least it could feel that way, I’m sure. The teacher keeps looking at us and screaming the “back-step, back-step” in our direction as to give me a “well, good luck with THAT one” kind of look!

After what seemed like forever.. the lesson was over and I lead us to the bar. After a drink or 2 his breath calmed down a bit but the buzz in him brought many hugs and too close,  sweet talking. It was now time to go and he walked me out, again, me leading the way.  when we arose from the underground piano bar, he held my hand as we glided down the street. Well, not really! It seemed as though his knees were tied together and only his feet moved. I had to take a look as he bobbed up and down, swaying with each clumsy step. OH NO!!! We got to my apt a mere 1 block away and his breath was back. I gave him a hug, he went in for the kiss. I gave him a hug and said goodnight and he tried for a kiss which landed on my cheek with another hug and before it got too weird, I was in. OH NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Why?? It could’ve gone so well but the death breath, the opposition of rhythm and the stumble walking makes three strikes and I’m out! I wish I wasn’t so picky! Or vain!! Whyyyyyyyyyyyy???


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