Sad times

I think I talk about salsa too much. But I can't help it; I am so completely in love with it. I remember a time in small group at church when the ice breaker was for everyone to learn a simple Hebrew dance, and my instant reaction, said in my most scathing tone,  was "I don't dance." My word, was I wrong.

The title's a bit misleading. A lot of yesterday was actually really good times. In the beginner class all the female instructors were needed as men so the sexy Scottish instructor used me to demonstrate all the moves. ALL of them. And that meant that when everyone else switched partners, I got to stay with sexy Scottish instructor. It was awesome.  When I finally did move on, one of the female instructors was like 'why are you still doing the beginner's class??' (which I'm taking to mean I was dancing really well :p ). I told her it's because I get to dance for another couple of hours and she said I should come along next time they all go to a salsa club.  If I ever actually do I think it'll be one of the most intimidating groups I've ever been in. They're all so good sometimes it terrifies me in case I muck up and they never want to dance with me again. 

 The sad times came at the end of the class. We moved on to bachata (which can be a LOT sexier than salsa) for the last part of the beginner class. Now, normally we dance bachata a bit apart from our partners, almost like ballroom dancing. But for some reason yesterday everyone was a bit more in each other's personal space. Then it got to my turn with sexy Scottish instructor. He put his hand on my back and pulled me in til our bodies were touching, I put my head on his shoulder, and he took my hand. And then the music stopped.  

It still makes me laugh just how disappointed I was. It's probably a good job I was under his chin and he couldn't see me; my face must have been a picture! Oh well. Maybe next week.

In other news, one of my friends will shortly be a new mummy. Well, I say shortly. Her waters broke early yesterday morning and then not much else happened. I think I remember hearing that first babies usually take their time, so I suppose it could still be a while yet. But I hope not. First of all because I imagine labour's pretty rubbish so long = bad, but also because I'm so desperately excited to see him or her. I can't wait!

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