Let me explain...
About 2 months ago, Alina found a notice for tango classes at a local university. So fun, right!?!? Alina's beau is many states away, so she asks me if I'd like to take tango classes with her. Of course I do! Who doesn't want to learn tango? I have visions of myself in a long black dress with a rose between my teeth tangoing like a pro.
Then I pause and say..."wait, if your beau isn't coming, can my hubby come? Do we need dates?" These are reasonable questions, right? Well, she tells me - pointing to the tango flyer - we don't need partners. Perfect!
Class is on Wednesday night. Every Wednesday, it is the same. Alina and I show up. The class is full of young undergraduates...more correctly, undergraduate couples! Everyone has a pre-determined partner! EVERYONE!
The lesson slowly disintegrates into a junior high dance. Alina and I line up against the wall and hope one of the 'men' without dates asks us to dance. (Note that by men I mean: shower-averse, uncoordinated, international, undergraduate students looking for girlfriends). During the dancing, they either fail to conceal their disappointment that we are MUCH older than the other girls (and therefore less attractive) or try to make the best of the situation by repeating classic lines like, "Maybe we like each other?"
So I spend the night being tossed around the dance floor (not kidding I think my wrist was sprained last night by the less-than-suave Mushbir) by some smelly teenager and constantly repeating to each partner: "My HUSBAND would be here, but my idiot friend told me we'd be fine without partners."
Only 6 more Wednesdays till we're done.
4 comments:
Oh, I'm so sorry. Dance classes are so fun in theory... either you're single and dancing with undesirables (in my case it was a Chinese guy in his fifties who made a beeline for me when I walked in the room) or you are there with a partner/boyfriend and he's not a very good dancer. What are the chances you'll have a boyfriend/spouse who can actually dance? Can P dance? Can you just start sneaking him in?
wear that wedding band with pride ;-) Maybe you can drag Peter out?
That really does suck! Esp as your husband is actually a good dancer!! Left you an award on my blog...come get it when you have a chance :)
too funny! i'm picturing you and alina in the corner w/wilting roses in your mouths.
p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMORROW!!
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