For a a cocktail of particularly uninteresting reasons, I had quite a funky/bluesy day yesterday. So last night, after trying to decide whether I should be working out/swimming/dancing or eating icecream, I grabbed my dance shoes and went out.
Danced with an Argentine, Oscar, so advanced (or did I think it automatically came with the birthplace and the accent?) that it felt like he was out there in another galaxy. In his arms, I felt like a bizarre clown fish equipped with 2 left feet – yep, that bad.
Decided I would not beat myself up for my inability to connect with him – it does take 2 to tango.