Dance Class

So I signed Tom and I up for a "Wedding Crash Course" dance class at the studio next to Staufs on Grandview Ave. The reasons for this are many, but include:
- I suck at dancing. Seriously. I can't even slow dance; my prom date and I were swaying in opposite directions.
- I don't want to be embarassed when people are watching me dance at the wedding.
- I always secretly wanted to take Social Dance at OSU when I was a student, but was too afraid to. It looks fun when you watch Dirty Dancing Havana Nights!
- It was only $55 for the both of us to attend 4 sessions. How bad could it be?

Our first session was Sunday. And here's a breakdown of why it was fairly humiliating:
- Tom lost interest after 10 minutes, so he didn't pay attention to what we were supposed to be doing. He's the lead - its a problem when he doesn't know what to do!
- In the "presenting the bride on the dancefloor" move practice, he decided to act like he was showing a dog at a dog show instead of presenting a bride, and almost ran me into a pillar and the instructor of the class.
- I couldn't do the spin that we were supposed to do. She kept describing it in words that I couldn't translate to what my feet should have been doing. Being surrounded with all of these girls that had no trouble with it made me feel worse.
- At one point we were dancing so badly the instructor came over and told us to stop. Then she told us to do the dance that she taught us in the first 10 minutes, while Tom was still paying attention.

Our second session is next Sunday, and I guess I'll go back, but if we are in for more humiliation like that, maybe I will skip the last half. The optimist in me still hopes that dancing could be fun.