Dance Dance Dance... that’s what we did on Wednesday night.  Greg signed us up for some dance lessons at our local community club.  I was all shocked when he did it, and I’m surprised he agreed to it.  But now I have to write about it.  I’ll probably get burned at the steak for the things that I say about it because it was so darn funny. 

To start, Greg signed us up for Latin dancing lessons.  We are learning Salsa, Merengue and Cumbian dances.  I have never taken a dance lesson in all my life and I have always wanted to do something like that.  Now, thanks to Greg’s generosity I’m doing it. 

I must say, Greg is an awesome sport for taking part in this because he has a huge handicap when it comes to music, beat, rhythm and tone.  Essentially he can’t feel the music or duplicate it in any way, shape or form.  I feel sorry for him because he tries so hard and yet he just can’t get it.  And I admit he tries hard, if I want to dance he will dance with me... I even caught him moving to a beat one time while he was cleaning up the bedroom.  It was the cutest and funniest thing I ever saw, I also scared the crap out of him because he didn’t know I was watching.

So here we are in a room, a bunch of couples learning to Salsa.... left foot, right foot, left foot.... 1,2,3, pause, 5,6,7...quick, quick, slow, quick, quick, slow... ya not so hard when doing it by yourself.  But adding in that partner... jeepers!  I thought after the first ½ hour   that was going to be it, Greg is going to quit!  Me...I admit I was bad... . I can’t stop giggling because he looked like the squeamish girl trying to jump away from that creepy crawly spider! I tried to be kind and not laugh... but I couldn’t help it.  But as the evening went on he got much better.  As they say, practice make perfect. 

The last ½ hour of the night we did some Merengue dance.  It’s easy.... but for the guys... well it definitely looks ridiculous because there is a lot of hip swinging.. and how many guys out there like to make their hips go pop, pop, pop when they dance?  Not too many.  Well when Greg started this... that was it, I cracked.... he looked cute... and yet sooo funny.. I’m still laughing about it.  I couldn’t help myself but giggle.. (this is why I will probably be burned at the steak, I shouldn’t laugh at him).  But he put in sooo much effort and we really want to make this work. 

I think that we have 6 or 8 weeks of dance classes left.... I can't wait to see what next week brings us.  It's either going to be more giggles or graceful moves that will impress the both of us.  Only time will tell.  Maybe Greg has been secretly practicing and will have some fancy moves....... A girl can dream, right?