27th July 2014, GI Jane Bootcamp, Sittingbourne
I'm not big on dancing. In fact, I really do hate dancing.
I have never quite understood why people will look forward to spending a Saturday night out dancing and treat that as the main event and not just what you have to do when you're fun drunk at 2 AM and all bars are closing.
It may have helped if I had any level of rhythm in my body, but I look and feel a bit like a disabled heffalump trying to sway to the pace of the music and failing enormously. So, no - dancing is not on my top 1000 list of fun things to do.
As with everything else here in life however, I will not write anything off completely until I've tried all possible outlets. Which is why I agreed to give salsa class a try. Maybe it wasn't that I didn't like dancing, maybe it's that I've been trying the wrong kind of dancing?
It wasn't why. It really is boring. And I don't have any level of feminine hip swaying movement capacity whatsoever. If anything the salsa class convinced me that maybe I was born to be a man after all.
Learning the steps wasn't to hard, what is hard is getting the steps to look less like stomping and more like floating. I clearly can not manage floaty movements.
So no, I won't be picking up dance class for my next hobby either.
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