Swingers

So I went dancing last night.

Actually, I took a swing dancing class. I thought it might be perhaps like it Swingers, with Trent and Mikey and Heather Graham. It wasn't, but it was pretty good fun anyway.

The main problems going in were that a) I can't really dance, but also b) I don't have any rhythm (which I think is pretty much essential). I mustn't have been oozing confidence as I was told numerous times that I looked nervous. I guess I was.

I thought you'd just dance with the partner you came with all night, but you actually switched every couple of minutes. That seemed like a better deal for the other guys there than for me, as my date was by far the best looking girl there. Probably the only one with her original hips too. Although it was funny dancing with some of the older women, and have them almost tell me off . . ."You were meant to hold onto me there" or "Don't hold your hand so high". A number of times we would get half way through a routine we had just been taught and I would get a complete mental blank as to what I would have to do next. So I would just stand there as my partner would have a horrified "You're supposed to be leading me" look on her face.

After a while I kind of picked up what I was meant to be doing though. Especially when dancing with the instructor, who made it a lot simpler. Will I be back again? Who knows . . . but at least I can add it to the list of things I've done once. And I now have a new appreciation for Jon Favreau, that stuff is harder than it looks.