MoreThanSmooth
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Thought I'd share an amusing but slightly facepalm inducing story from my past. Feel free to share your own!
I was a youth of 21, and I was going to a ballroom dancing class at my college for the second time ever. Didn't really have any idea what I was doing, but I thought it might be a good place to meet girls (it was and is, though there's so much physical contact sometimes it's hard to know if girls are actively flirting or merely dancing up close for practical reasons).
Anyway I had no real idea what I was doing and this really experienced girl offered to show me Tango. She was a very pretty blonde chick who was also into yoga - definitely attractive to me and I felt a bit nervous as a result. For those who haven't done it, Tango is a "close hold" dance.
You're expected to have your thighs up against the thighs of your partner, and once you're competent you have your stomachs touching too. HOWEVER, rookies normally do a training hold that's further apart so it's less creepy and uncomfortable.
Well, this girl was definitely flirting. We skipped the training hold and I have not before or since ever danced Tango so close, it was actually insane. Within the first 15 seconds I was red as a tomato, with this cute woman pretty much on top of me as we moved around the room.
Naturally, a certain appendage ceased to obey me in the face of all this ridiculous closeness and I was extremely horrified. But thankfully she seemed totally unfazed the whole time, with a look of concentration on her face and when the dance finished about 40 seconds later she hadn't even noticed. Thank God!
When we stopped, I accidentally trod on her foot.
"Oh man, I'm sorry about that."
She looked at me quizzically. "Don't worry about a thing. It's perfectly natural, you're a man!"
In my head I was like: "Perfectly normal for me to step on-OH. Ohhhhh no."
AHEM.
I haven't lost my "manly composure" since (thanks to controlling the hold a little better), but this is still a story that brings equal parts a smile and a cringe to my face.
(And no, I was a totally oblivious sap with flirting at the time and didn't ask her for drinks. Facepalm).
I was a youth of 21, and I was going to a ballroom dancing class at my college for the second time ever. Didn't really have any idea what I was doing, but I thought it might be a good place to meet girls (it was and is, though there's so much physical contact sometimes it's hard to know if girls are actively flirting or merely dancing up close for practical reasons).
Anyway I had no real idea what I was doing and this really experienced girl offered to show me Tango. She was a very pretty blonde chick who was also into yoga - definitely attractive to me and I felt a bit nervous as a result. For those who haven't done it, Tango is a "close hold" dance.
You're expected to have your thighs up against the thighs of your partner, and once you're competent you have your stomachs touching too. HOWEVER, rookies normally do a training hold that's further apart so it's less creepy and uncomfortable.
Well, this girl was definitely flirting. We skipped the training hold and I have not before or since ever danced Tango so close, it was actually insane. Within the first 15 seconds I was red as a tomato, with this cute woman pretty much on top of me as we moved around the room.
Naturally, a certain appendage ceased to obey me in the face of all this ridiculous closeness and I was extremely horrified. But thankfully she seemed totally unfazed the whole time, with a look of concentration on her face and when the dance finished about 40 seconds later she hadn't even noticed. Thank God!
When we stopped, I accidentally trod on her foot.
"Oh man, I'm sorry about that."
She looked at me quizzically. "Don't worry about a thing. It's perfectly natural, you're a man!"
In my head I was like: "Perfectly normal for me to step on-OH. Ohhhhh no."
AHEM.
I haven't lost my "manly composure" since (thanks to controlling the hold a little better), but this is still a story that brings equal parts a smile and a cringe to my face.
(And no, I was a totally oblivious sap with flirting at the time and didn't ask her for drinks. Facepalm).
