It's that time of month... time for a post, that is.

I’ve decided that I’m going to learn to dance. I know, I know… most of you already know that I’ve been going to the free sessions on Thursdays. This is going to be different.

I’ve gone four times. Twice I took a partner. Twice I went alone.

The first time I went with a friend’s wife. We’d met once before, briefly. Dancing that night was fun.

The next time I went alone. And that’s very nearly the full story. There was a pair of couples, one male instructor, me, and a nice old guy named Don. As the lesson began, Don looked at me and said, “I can dance backward.” I swear, you can’t make this stuff up.

The next time I went with a complete stranger. Dancing that night was fun and exhilarating. We may become fast friends, she seemed to get nearly all of my jokes. Either she's sharp or I was less obtuse than usual.

The last time I went alone. There were at least two dozen people. I was abandoned by two, count ‘em - two, partners. Between those fleeing I was turned down by a potential partner who said, “Oh, I have a partner. She’s dancing with that guy. I have the guy part down, but I cannot really dance the girl part.” She then began to converse with her friends on the dance floor, very clearly done with our conversation.

So, now I’m done fooling around with the vagaries of free lessons and random partners. Don’t they say random partners are dangerous, anyway?

Now, if I just knew where to find a steady dance partner…

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I’ll get back to you on that.