So at the ripe old age of 42 I figure I want to do something. Akin to ticking something off the bucket list. And maybe, just maybe, I will start to lose the weight I have been carrying on about for, I don't know, the best part of 2 years.
So I hatch a plan - take up ballroom dancing. Heck, I was pretty good at it in high school. I used to front up to PE in winter to the gym (I lived in Launceston, it is cold there all year round, winter is particularly ferocious) and dance my little butt off. The Fox Trot. The Pride of Erin. The Waltz.
There is only one particular issue with my new found idea. A partner to dance with. My husband, bless him, has no interest in dancing. Full stop. Getting him to do a bridal waltz at our non traditional wedding was, challenging. Not a hope he will follow me to a dancing school and sign up for an 8 week course that sees us gracefully sliding around a dance floor.
So this leaves me without a dance partner. Do I front up, sans partner, and hope for the best? I have warned him that without a partner I may turn up and be paired with a Ricky Martin look alike/mover and shaker (or similar - oh hell, just a good dancer) who may sweep me off my feet at any given time. He laughed. I laughed too. My coordination is not the best.
So for now I shall keep thinking about it.. Who knows, eventually I may find a partner and become.. Coordinated. I can see myself in a long flowing gown, gliding gracefully around a dance floor.
I'll keep you updated.
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