I found myself dancing around the house to the tunes of Lou Bega today, and realized how much I miss dancing, really dancing. In the past few months I've been country dancing a few times and I've been out clubbing about as many times. Those are fun, but they don't really take any skill and work. I miss putting on my dancing shoes and walking out onto a ballroom and really dancing. I find myself mentally doing heel turns whenever I hear a foxtrot or the cucaracha when I hear a rumba. I miss the exhilaration of dancing the paso doble to strong Spanish music. Or the elegance of the waltz. And don't get me started on the tango or cha cha. I miss having a man take me in his arms and lead me across a dance floor. At this point, I even miss getting my toenail ripped off by a bad partner or the bloody blisters that appear on the back of my ankles.
My dancing shoes have spent enough time collecting dust! It's time to pull them out and go dancing!



