Strictly Come Skyping!!!

Oh my gosh!
I have just had the most hilarious conversation on Skype with Dear Friend (DF).
After almost an hour of talking about other stuff, we end up talking about dancing (my passion).
She does West Coast Swing (WCS), a fairly sensual, smooth dance, and I do Ceroc, much faster with other different dance influences.
We started discussing how manly and sexy (or NOT) our respective men were on the dance floor.
But it took a personalised, visual demonstration by her of her man to have me in hysterical laughter.
To say that my sides hurt and cheeks ache from chuckling so much, is an understatement.
She was lamenting that she didn't find her man sexy when he strutted his stuff and she followed that with the most hilarious, comedic version of him moving the way that she wanted him too.
She said that she wanted to scream at him to be "more manly!!!"
And with that she did a pelvic thrust and grabbed her crotch.
(Very MJ-esque).
My man on the other hand can dance, both manly and sexy.
I feel very lucky.

Shall I dance?

Yesterday, I woke up feeling incredibly nervous.

I woke up with mild butterflies and I had them all day.

The only thing that I can think that would cause this, is me being taken out of my comfort zone.

The Windy City seems to have a nice array of dance classes.

So on Sunday, my friend and I went to a beginners West Coast Swing/Hustle class.

I was so nervous.

Did the class and then it was freestyle.

Oh no, who would I dance with?

Would anyone want to dance with me.

I felt like I was on a mission.

I needed to learn WCS.

My New Man (NM) could dance this style and was forever trying to teach me and I'd get so frustrated at not being able to 'get it'.

So I needed to come home with at least the basics under my belt.

That being said, the class was simple enough and I managed to grab a teacher or two for a practice.

But the whole thing was so different from my normal dancing.

The room was much lighter and there were a lot fewer people, but overall, they were very friendly and helpful.

I'm going to pluck up my courage and go again next Sunday.

Last night, was another class, this time it was the Tango.

It was in a little cafe called The Ritz Tango Cafe.

Our teacher for the night, was a wonderfully charismatic man called Jorge (please pronounce with a Spanish accent).

He had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step.

He flirted, without being lewd, never stepping beyond the boundaries of decency.

My friend and I did the beginners class for an hour and then he invited us to participate in the next level.

It was fantastic.

Again, everyone was so friendly.

Questions were asked and answered.

It was a small, intimate environment and with tango music playing, it felt very atmospheric.

I loved it.

I want more.

I'm going to sign up for a level 1 & 2 class next Monday night in Tango.

I'm so glad that I brought my sparkly dancing shoes, they are certainly getting a work out!!

At this rate, I'm going to go back to London a 'dancing queen'!!!!