I am not particularly coordinated.
Oh I never fall over my own feet or anything like that, although I did trip once and got a green stick fracture.
And then I slipped another time and broke an ankle.
Sometimes I run into things too – like the deep sea diver at Disney World, or that pole I walked into once, and a few cabinets and things.
And the family did get a bit concerned when I banged my head on the jungle gym trying to play chase with a grandchild.
Oh, and there was that time I tried to ride on a skate board and rolled over the edge of a semi-cliff!
But basically I think I am fairly stable.
I just never really learned to dance.
When I met my husband-to-be he loved dancing. His girlfriend before me was an Arthur Murray dance instructor!
Anyway, he (Bill – my then boyfriend) was good at dancing. He looked suave out there with other girls. I would only very slow dance with him since I could just hang on and get drifted shoved around. And if I happened to step on his foot, he didn’t seem to notice much. We were young and in love, and passion was meant to override pain.
But I was determined to dance – the Cha Cha and the Waltz – you know – the ones on Dancing with the Stars! Even now, I yearn to learn the Quick Step. Maybe I could still be a professional dancer!
With the visions of grandeur of a 19 year old, I dropped in on a local dance studio for secret lessons. If Bill could learn from the experts, so could I!
There were several couples on the dance floor looking very smooth.
I was welcomed by a handsome instructor, who said the way to begin was at the beginning with a TRIAL RUN!
And so, off we went onto the dance floor where I gave the Trial Run my best stumble-and-grin try.
I hoped Dan the Dance Man didn’t notice my sweaty palms, the frown lines, or the fact that I was listing left when he was guiding right.
Music?
What music?
I didn’t even hear the music over the roaring in my head,
“Step. Step. Step-Step!
Step. Step. Step-Step!”
And finally, after what seemed like hours, we stopped stepping.
My feet hurt and my arms were shaking like that time I did the weed eating and couldn’t hold a coffee cup afterward.
“When do lessons begin?” I asked.
I figured I had already suffered the initial plunge.
And Dan the Dance Man answered,
“Uh. I would not advise you to take this course Miss.
You have no balance and no rhythm.”
I am not kidding.
That is exactly what he said.
Thus began my lifetime of insecurity wherever I encountered a dance floor. And thus began a somewhat destroyed self image due to one life changing moment.
There is a happy ending though.
Oddly enough my husband-to-be, actually did marry me many (many many) years ago and we are still blissfully wed even though I have no rhythm and no balance.
I continue to trip over Bill’s feet on the dance floor too, and I never lost the ability to list left when being guided right.
So much for life changing moments huh?
But I would still love to learn the Quick Step!
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