For Christmas, I decided to spring for some dance lessons for my wife and I. She had been wanting dance lessons for the longest time, and I finally took the plunge.
I may regret that decision later today. We are scheduled to have our first dance lesson tonight.
Now, I had originally wanted to take either Tango or Salsa lessons, but luckily I did not have to choose which lessons. My wife chose Tango, and I'm glad. Well, actually, it doesn't matter because I'm certain to have no rhythm no matter what. I guess I'm just happy she didn't pick something that will completely humiliate me.
Because, you know, the tango is soooo easy...
I'm not a dancer. Let's get that clear.
I'm a runner. I'm a writer. I'm a joker. I'm a smoker. I'm a midnight toker... oh wait...
But seriously, I'm many things but DANCER is not one of them (and neither is smoker). So I answered The Killers' question right there, I'm HUMAN because I'm not DANCER.
I have a serious medical condition known as Two Left Feet. This hinders my ability to dance.
Having said that, of course, I'm going to try and approach this with... oh, who am I kidding? I'm looking forward to it only because I get to spend time with my wife. Also, this is a new experience for me and I will try my hardest to learn something.
I hope in time that I will look like this guy:
It's not likely. At least not anytime soon.
But wouldn't you have once said that about running a half-marathon and your desire and ability to do so?
Not the same thing...