Country Dancing

The last few semesters I have had a lot of new experiences. For instance, riding in a limo, riding a motorcycle, long boarding, eating steak, having a fresh peach, trying lots of new foods, playing the organ in the Conference Center...I could make quite the list! I can now add country dancing to that list. My first experience was interesting, to say the least. I didn't really want to be there, and only danced once or twice. I told myself I'd never go back. Well...thanks to Abigail and Hillary, I was dragged back last week. They even made me go to instruction for an hour first! Granted, we all needed instruction. None of us know what we're doing and look like idiots! My second experience at dancing went much better than the first. I knew a little more what I was doing, and since it's the beginning of the semester there are a lot of us that look funny because we're trying to learn. :) Last night was an even better experience, but I'm not quite sure why. Probably because I decided to just give in and let myself look dumb. However, there is one guy I must avoid. He is in his 30's (I'm guessing) and just....strange! Last week he asked me some usual questions: What's your name? Major? Where you from? What do you like to do for fun? (I hate this question! I never know how to answer...) Anyway, by the end of the dance he had managed to ask if I was free for a date that coming weekend. I sort of just flat out lied and said that I was busy. It really threw me off when he said, "Well what about the next week?" Luckily the song had ended so I ran away with just throwing out an answer similar to "Umm....not sure."  Last night I was able to avoid him. I purposely walked away a few times, I'll admit. Unfortunately at the very end, he caught me by surprise. So I danced with him. (A really awkward triple-step.) Funny thing is...he had no idea who I was!! He started with the exact same questions in the exact same order! I answered the same way and I thought it would click...but it didn't. At the end of the dance he once again managed to ask me on a date for this weekend. This guy must be desperate! This week I just said plain, "Sorry, I can't." And walked away. I REALLY hope I don't have to say no again. Or dance with him again for that matter...
We'll see if my dancing experience gets even better next week. Maybe someday I'll learn all the steps and not have to feel bad for the guy I'm dancing with.

Abigail, me, Hillary, and Lauren getting ready for dancing! Even though Lauren goes swing dancing. :)