Dansons: 1 Open the door
“5 minutes”
Was how long it took me to finally pull the handle and open the door. If you’ve seen Richard Gere in “Shall we dance” you can then use that to visualize what happened
Inside, I was swearing and cursing and I don’t know what. The most prominent thought that dominated was :”What the fuck am I doing here?” But wait, I knew exactly what I was doing there. A week ago, I had deliberately opened the yellow pages and searched for an activity that I can never imagine doing which will scare the shit out of me.
Didn’t take me long to find “Ballroom dancing”. To give you an idea of why it was scary you have to get an idea of what my situation was like then. I was scared shitless of girls and had them up on a pedestal like some sort of goddess because my life had been devoid of them.
I spend the first 3~4 years learning how to speak French, then the next 2 learning how to speak English, so being interesting or flirting is out of the question and all contact with female can be summed up to a few simple sentences that I I knew in advance. I am your equivalent of a “tapette” A plank of wood if I were rated on my interesting factor.
The next hour that followed can probably be seen as my most intimate experience ever with the female species. I mean I held hand with a woman! Luckily, that enthusiasm met the hands of one who’s held thousands of hands in her life time and doesn’t consider that experience as life changing as I was. For I think if that were the case, we’d be having orgasms on the dance floor.
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