Dancing

Dianna Street tagged me with a dancing meme. That is, the meme is to tell a story that somehow involves dancing.

When my husband and I were first dating, he was taking ballroom dancing lessons. Someone had given him the advice that you could meet women there. As it turns out, he met a lot of middle aged women with disposable income and husbands. Not hot. Well, some were hot but sadly unavailable and inappropriate. He didn’t meet anyone date-able there (big sigh of relief from me).

But he stuck with it, and got fairly good. He can tango, cha cha, rhumba (the dance of love), two step and all the rest. One night he saw fit to invite me to a showcase–where all the students show off their new skills in short performances with their teachers. I have to say, I was already pretty smitten with the dude, who remains awesome to this day. But seeing him up there dancing, clearly still uncomfortable with his body but moving it with a grace belying his six foot one frame? That, my friends, was HAWT.

After that, it was all downhill into bed. (wait, did I say that last part out loud??)