I have done my husband a great disservice. I have been critical on the dance floor instead of accepting. And in my very vows to that man, I said I would accept, not expect. What can I say - the dance instructor in me dies hard. May this serve as my apology.
As many of you witnessed, last Thursday we got a rare Dance Night Out. I was absolutely giddy with anticipation to dance with the man I love most in this world! My knee didn't protest, my energy was palpable, and the dance instructor in me finally shut the heck up! The only thing that faltered was my husband's desire to dance with me. He kept trying to get off the floor after each song. When I finally asked him why, he confessed: he feared I was bored. Bored?! Dancing Salsa with (no offense to any of my readers) the sexiest man on the dance floor!? How is that even possible? It's not! I wasn't bored for a single minute.
I told him as much, but he didn't believe me. He thought I must be tired of the same 13 moves - anyone who read my blog last week knows I had my feet full! I reassured him I was having a great time. He still
didn't buy it. I told him I didn't need lots of combinations - I'd rather be led well. I've told him
(and many other students) this very thing multiple times. Yet guys insist the woman needs lots of moves to impress her/keep her interested.
Guys! The dances I remember for a lifetime aren't the fancy ones where I have to work my ass off! Go back and read my blogs! The truth... the sexiness... the sensuality... it's in the good leads. It's never in the fancy combos. Are those fun when lead correctly? Yes. Will I remember them in a month, a week, or even the next day? Nope. Will I remember how it felt dancing with you? You better believe it.
So, to my dearest love, I say this: I'm sorry if I ever gave you the impression you weren't enough for me. You are far more than I deserve. I fell in love with you on the dance floor while you were learning the basics. And if basics are all we ever dance - I will love you all the more - as long as you guide me gently through them.
See you on the hardwood:)
Allison loves to write almost as much as she loves to dance, so no one had to twist her arm to get her to write about dancing!