Dancing With The Stars

In recent weeks my husband and I have started dancing. Not in the spontaneous 'let just dance around the kitchen to Michael Buble' sense but in the 'let's have lessons and actually learn to dance properly' sense. We have attempted this once before. We lasted almost 8 weeks before our brains were bamboozled and our romantic notions were buried under sore toes, frayed nerves and seriously sensitive egos. That time – it was ballroom dancing – where you learn a new dance each week. 

This time we have opted for something much more fun – www.jivemecrazy.com – and we are progressing slowly – learning 2 new steps each week. I have to say, when we relax, we're not bad!! Plus we have had some encounters with fame. The local TV newsreader comes along, so each week I get to listen to his silky tones as we twirl around the dance floor. My husband is not a natural dancer – he is an engineer (say no more!) and is used to the left side of his brain being the dominant producer of thoughts and deeds. Each week, he devotes Monday nights to dancing as an act of love and service towards me. Each week we get to laugh at ourselves and enjoy the music and company of others. Our lessons are made so much more enjoyable because the instructors are friendly and inclusive. People are relaxed. They come as singles or couples and dance with each other regardless of age or status. One of the things I love about these nights is to watch the younger guys dancing with the older women. There are some great dancers among the young men and the older ladies just 'shine' when they dance with them. Their grace and dignity when combined with the passion and confidence of youth is beautiful to say the least. We have already had about 8 lessons and have signed up for several more. Who knows where it will lead?? I am hoping in the very least, that it will prolong the onset of 'old timers disease!' But more than that, I hope that it will enrich our relationship and help us to continue to enjoy each other as we age.