I love watching people dance. I wish more than most things that I was a good dancer but I’m not. I still do it. It doesn’t look good.
During my freshman year at Indiana University, I decided to take a Ballroom Dancing class. I figured it would be the easiest type of dance to learn (clearly shows how much I know about dance). There were about 40 people in the class. The teacher had all of the girls line up on one side of the room and all of the boys on the other. I’m a pretty smart girl but I didn’t know where she was going with this so I just got in line and faced the boys. She had us point and then walk to the person across from us. A little background info before I continue: I am 5’2” (5’3” on a good day). I pointed and found myself walking towards a 6’7” basketball player.
To make a short story even shorter, the first dance was the Cha Cha – he caught on before I did – the next day I dropped out of the class and never saw any of them again.