In Treatment

I had such a dreamy time yesterday that it's hard to focus on work. Or anything at all. I joined Sholeh and Melvin for swing dancing at the Verdi club yesterday, and it was so fun. I looked like ass, but I think that was good. I wanted to dress up, but Sholeh is a no-frills kinda gal, and I didn't want to upstage her by wearing my geisha layers or embarrass myself for trying too hard. I was also reminded how appearance sets up expectations. If I went there looking all dolled up guys might think I knew how to dance really well. The lesson went well. Melvin learned really fast--so fast that the teacher, this cutie patootie named Tanoa (Hot! Original name!), singled Melvin out. Sholeh wasn't bad either. As soon as the lesson was over the Stompy Jones band started to play, and I looked across the dance floor and saw my old swing dance teacher from years ago. I went over and said hello, and soon we were dancing together. As soon as the guys in the room saw that I knew how to follow I had a bunch of guys asking me to dance back-to-back. Sholeh called me "the belle of the ball"--which was nice. I was looking around, trying to find someone young, cute, a good dancer...but the only hottie was the teacher who is obviously too good for normal folk. Of course that meant I had to ask him to dance with me because I knew I would feel unsatisfied until I had danced with a good lead who was also gorgeous. Our first dance was a slow one, but the second was faster. I only expected him to dance with me once, so I was grateful for the second dance. We lindy hopped for the second dance, and I was so happy! He is tall, and so his breath would land somewhere on my face, and it was so nice...nice breath, cute guy, great bod...drooool. At one point we were going so fast that my face would bump across his chest/shoulder, and I had this urge to bite on his shoulder. Hotties make you want to bite them. When it was over he looked at me and (reluctantly it seemed) told me I was "good." YAY! The weird look on his face tells me I have so much more to learn. I felt like his face said I was fairly tolerable at dancing. Kind of confusing. I guess good is better than bad. *sigh* It sucks that I'm always sorta...midrange in dancing skills. I'm like a master at basics in salsa and swing...but never good enough to feel magical or fully graceful on a dance floor. Before, the only dance I felt any connection with was salsa and east coast swing, but now I can say I can decently do the basic lindy hop. I hope one day I can get good enough not to feel embarrassed. Gosh that guy was cute! He was helping Melvin and Sholeh with the basics, and I stood by my friends grinning like an idiot, staring at Tanoa like he was a piece of meat. Which he is. *droooool*