dance class.

Posted bycasey coombsPosted inToo lazy to label.

Let me set the scene.

A ballroom dance club in what we always thought was the shady side of town.

Dimly lit, white Christmas lights outlining the dance floor.

An average guy with fancy shoes comes over and attempts to teach Cody how to lead me, raise the bridge and check his watch. The same guy teaches me to walk around a puddle in six steps and keep my feet on a hundred dollar bill.

People file in.

We are welcomed with applause and introduced as the new kids.

The dancing starts.

Tiny old couples, stooped and wrinkled, foxtrot around the floor.

Schoolteachers dressed in heels and rhinestones turn into tango dancing minxes.

Cody and I are instructed to stay in the middle of the floor “where it’s safe for the new dancers.”

At the start of every song Cody squares me up to the wooden laminate on the floor, finds someone to watch and begins, quick quick slow, no. wait. Slow, quick quick. Crap. Something’s wrong. Okay. One, two, three…four? No. Shoot. OUCH. Sorry. *ahem* Okay. One. Two. Quick quick. NO! Don’t talk! We have it! Oh crap. Sorry.

For almost three hours we giggle and fall all over each other, the new kids stumbling in the middle of the floor while others literally dance circles around us.

We left with sore feet and still no clue what we are doing.

We spent the night happy and tangled up with each other.

I love him.

i find the glow of Christmas lights horribly romantic

I really, really do.

26 thoughts on “dance class.”

  3. It’s funny, I just spent the day with my cousins and I kept thinking of my husband all day long, wishing he was with me. I got home, he had cleaned the HOUSE and I told him I really missed you today. He told me he missed me too and gave me the sweetest kiss. I love him. I really, really do 🙂

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  8. SO. FUN. I went to one of those places a few times the summer after I graduated from high school with a friend’s brother who was on the BYU Ballroom Dance Team and…OH MY LANDS. It was an absolute BLAST!! This guy was amazing and even though I had NO clue what I was doing he lead so well that it made me feel like a superstar!

    I’ve asked Jonathan if he’d do that and…he has hesitated. But I think it would be SO fun. I think we’d end up JUST like you guys, stepping on each other and giggling the whole time…and probably tangled up the rest of the night. 😉

    Was it a Groupon, or one of those 4 sessions for $45 ads?? Where?

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  10. And that’s all that ever matters.

    I never feel as much of a part of a team as when my husband and I take a dance floor. Neither of us knowing what the heck we are doing.

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  13. You’re a sappy, gushy romantic! (And it takes one to know one) We took swing dance classes about (cough) eleven years ago. We also used to go dancing with my grandparents. Your post takes me back to those evenings with them, and how I’d give anything to have one more night like that, since my grandfather passed away last year.

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