I decided to go to the Dance Studio again. This time, I got out of work early and had time for a nap. A long shower. Time with the girls. Playing with Murphy.

I danced with a number of men this evening. It seems the more I go back, the higher demand I become. Dare I believe that I have gotten past the stiff stumbling to merely bumbling? I believe I might have.

My first two partners for the evening were instructors. The first was friendly enough, but all business. When I take my lessons, I think I might like him. I want to learn all that I can in what precious time I can spare.

The second was the one I shook up last time. Estefan (the correct spelling of his name) held his hand out to me and settled my form without even speaking of it. The way he set his hands on my person just naturally encouraged me to correspond. And he lead me with just the right level of push and pull. I almost looked like I knew what I was doing.

Yes, as an instructor he should be able to teach and dance well. But he did all of this with his body. We had a lovely conversation throughout our dance. He even had the quality taste to notice and verbally admire my fabulous shoes. I was impressed. I was.

But I would not like to be his student. Throughout the vening he kept looking at his watch. It is my educated guess that the instructors are required to attend some of these sessions. He couldn't wait to get out of there. Even if he doesn't behave that way in private sessions, I would know that was how he felt. I would feel as if I were imposing. I don't like to impose.

I got the price list for lessons and I'm STILL stinging from that. I'm not sure how many private lessons are possible this year. But I want to at least get started. We will just have to see how that pans out.

I left feeling good. The song playing as I walked out the door was "Come away with me". My euphoric mood and that song made me want to be in a slow swinging hammock on a moonlit breezy beach, watching the moon come out to play. All alone, one foot dangling to push off the sand every once in a while. Content.

I never walked out of a club feeling that way.