It was just great!
I picked up the steps with nary a stumble 😉
The shoes did not hurt at all. Although I could not find the hole of the little strap, so I got the young dancing instructor to help me 😉
A man in front of me on bended knee, fastening my shoes – what more can a woman want!!
I got taught a new step, danced a bit of a tango and a bit of a cha-cha – think I will enjoy this new phase of my life.
For at least the next 6 months, I’ll be going to private lessons once every so often, and, if I really want to, I’ll join in the socials and group lessons.
Because I’ve danced before, I’ll not fall in with the beginners, but rather start in the more advanced classes and see where that takes me.
Alas. For some or other reason the current random seems perturbed about something. Heaven alone knows what. Maybe he thought we would from now on be doing everything together, and never be apart other than when working or some such shit.
I really don’t know what next. Tells me he likes and cherishes his man cave and alone time, but gets pissed if I do things on my own.
Go figure. Dudes. Who knows what the hell goes on in their heads! And this lament has been a litany throughout my last few years. You give them space, they don’t like it. You don’t get jealous and clingy, they don’t like it. You get jealous and clingy, they don’t like it. You cramp their space, they don’t like it. I often think dudes like the high maintenance girls – well, I’m not high maintenance. I will carry on with my life regardless of if you’re in it or not – I’ve learned how to do that very well. A man now is just a nice to have, not a basic need. He’s like having DSTV or going for supper more than once every 6 months. He’s never going to be bread and milk and eggs.
Such is life I suppose.
And last, but not least. Today marks the day that I got 100 followers 😉
Me, Ghia, have 100 people wanting to read what I write – how cool is that!! On my previous blog platform I’ve only managed to reach something like 17 subscribers and maybe 50 people that was sort of likers I suppose you could call them.
Here’s to me, and my strange life – at least it makes for interesting reading. Sometimes. 😉
And on a more sober note, my mom’s cousin passed away this afternoon. Was on a ventilator for the past month or so, after a slightly botched operation, bad cancer everywhere. So sad – she got married again just a while back. The poor old man was quite supportive and is probably devastated now. At least the last few years of her life was happy. May your rest be good Ria, you’ve had a good wicket.