I have a confession. I've always wanted to take a ballroom dancing class.
Are you done laughing? Good. See, I could go right out to the Fred Astaire place down the street but I'd feel like I was sticking out without a partner. I should remind you here that I am approximately 5'2" and I'm married to a man who's 6' 5" barefooted. I doubt he'd consent to humiliating himself by shaking his groove thing to the beat of meringue music.
It'd be just my luck that if I went alone I'd be partnered with some dude who is at best 5'3" with a Napoleon complex. I'd have to put him in his place quickly, surely.
What do you think? Should I go buy myself some dance heels and a bunch of weird ugly flowy skirts and take a class in the fall? Who knows - maybe someday you'll see me on ESPN 2 competing with li'l Napoleon in the Foxtrot round.
Posted by Tiffany at July 8, 2005 06:04 PM | TrackBackGo for it! Life is far too short not to go for what it is you want, hon.
BTW, if you DO get the 5'3" Napoleon Complex guy -- just think of the blog fodder!
:)
Posted by: Margi at July 8, 2005 06:25 PMOh Do it! it sounds like fun and I think you should bring the giant with you. I bet he'll surpise you and flowy skirts are fun.
Posted by: Diana at July 9, 2005 04:34 PM