A wonderful evening...
Today, a loving couple found together after a short crisis! I am glad that everything worked out so fine.
Then I went to the ballroom dacing class. I have known about it for more than a year but for some strange reasons I had decided not to go dancing any more. Well, but on Saturday, I decided differently. I just could remember the reason why I did not want to dance any more. And indeed it was a stupid decision. I enjoyed dancing so much. Actually, it was not so much the dancing but the chance to teach dancing angain.
When I arrived, the trainer asked me to dance Slow Waltz with him. When he tried to direct me, my ambitions were woken up and I could not resist showing him that I knew how to dance Slow Waltz. I stopped when I realised that was pointing out his mistakes. He cannot really dance... Some could even dance well. did not go. By that time the other students were slowly arriving. It became every (normal) men's paradise. Four young and attractive ladies, the old (very old) Ugandan trainer and me. I could therefore not refuse to dance, which I initially thought about.
First I wanted to watch the trainer and then behave as a usual man in a dancing course. Fortunately, I did not have my shoes - but on tiles they would have made so much of a difference at all - isn't it funny: Dancers have always issues with the floor or with the shoes :-)
Anyway, so I started dancing and I could not resist starting to teach. First Slow Waltz, then Cha Cha, then Rock n' Roll, which I actually never appreciated and learnt, then Jive (which I prefer...), then Salsa and finally Rumba. All in all too much for beginners and everything without any concept.
I think, if I stay here for longer, I am going to propose the management of the Rouge to teach dancing. Probably not only Salsa but more the Latin American style (Cha Cha, Rumba, Samba, Jive - I guess I can leave out Paso Doble) as it is danced in Europe. To prepare myself, I will take the ballroom dacing bible (Michael Moore's "Ballroom Dancing") with me, when I fly come over the Easter holiday.
Oh, I wished my former dancing partner would be here and I had the chance to dance with her. I know, that my performance would be terrible, but just to enjoy this special kind of familiarit, when both know, where to move and how, when you think that you are hoovering over the floor, when room, movement and music are in a perfect harmonic balance. This is the state I am looking forward to reach once again. And this is the reason, I never wanted to start dancing on a regular basis again. I had been addicted to it. I had loved it. NO. I love it. Whenever I see it someone dancing, I feel the urge to do it, too. If someone dances well, I want to compete. When I go to a ball, I always pretend that I would not go alone (being a notorious bachelor, it is usually a well accepted excuse), but the actual reason has been that I did not want to be disappointed because I could imagine that I would find someone with whom I could dance satisfactorily. I feel like being detoxed and being tempted to start dancing again. Okay, if I switched on my mind, I would realise that there is no one who would like to dance with me and who could dance well enough to make me soo addicted to dancing again as I used to be some seven years ago.
Then I went to the ballroom dacing class. I have known about it for more than a year but for some strange reasons I had decided not to go dancing any more. Well, but on Saturday, I decided differently. I just could remember the reason why I did not want to dance any more. And indeed it was a stupid decision. I enjoyed dancing so much. Actually, it was not so much the dancing but the chance to teach dancing angain.
When I arrived, the trainer asked me to dance Slow Waltz with him. When he tried to direct me, my ambitions were woken up and I could not resist showing him that I knew how to dance Slow Waltz. I stopped when I realised that was pointing out his mistakes. He cannot really dance... Some could even dance well. did not go. By that time the other students were slowly arriving. It became every (normal) men's paradise. Four young and attractive ladies, the old (very old) Ugandan trainer and me. I could therefore not refuse to dance, which I initially thought about.
First I wanted to watch the trainer and then behave as a usual man in a dancing course. Fortunately, I did not have my shoes - but on tiles they would have made so much of a difference at all - isn't it funny: Dancers have always issues with the floor or with the shoes :-)
Anyway, so I started dancing and I could not resist starting to teach. First Slow Waltz, then Cha Cha, then Rock n' Roll, which I actually never appreciated and learnt, then Jive (which I prefer...), then Salsa and finally Rumba. All in all too much for beginners and everything without any concept.
I think, if I stay here for longer, I am going to propose the management of the Rouge to teach dancing. Probably not only Salsa but more the Latin American style (Cha Cha, Rumba, Samba, Jive - I guess I can leave out Paso Doble) as it is danced in Europe. To prepare myself, I will take the ballroom dacing bible (Michael Moore's "Ballroom Dancing") with me, when I fly come over the Easter holiday.
Oh, I wished my former dancing partner would be here and I had the chance to dance with her. I know, that my performance would be terrible, but just to enjoy this special kind of familiarit, when both know, where to move and how, when you think that you are hoovering over the floor, when room, movement and music are in a perfect harmonic balance. This is the state I am looking forward to reach once again. And this is the reason, I never wanted to start dancing on a regular basis again. I had been addicted to it. I had loved it. NO. I love it. Whenever I see it someone dancing, I feel the urge to do it, too. If someone dances well, I want to compete. When I go to a ball, I always pretend that I would not go alone (being a notorious bachelor, it is usually a well accepted excuse), but the actual reason has been that I did not want to be disappointed because I could imagine that I would find someone with whom I could dance satisfactorily. I feel like being detoxed and being tempted to start dancing again. Okay, if I switched on my mind, I would realise that there is no one who would like to dance with me and who could dance well enough to make me soo addicted to dancing again as I used to be some seven years ago.
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