east side training
this past weekend was spent training. it's a special kind of training that comes roughly every six months and it is attended by a majority of the dance studios in the east coast. dance trainers are hired for these events and they normally get nothing but the best.
having said that, i suppose the other biggest and single most important point for any red-blooded male would be the chance to dance with all these amazing female dance instructors.
it doesn't hurt either that most, if not all, are worth more than just a glance.
this last outing was the third time for me, and i must say that i've been looking forward to this, if only to see those that i haven't seen for so long, and stupidly forgotten to ask numbers from the last time around.
the one that i was truly looking forward to seeing was melissa*, because i caught her looking my general direction on the first day of the training six months ago. chances are, i was just imagining things and she was probably just trying to subtly sneak a peek on the wall clock behind me.
next would be terra* because she did a mean rendition of the Dirty Dancing routine. sadly, it looked like her studio did not participate this time around.
there were some new faces as well. there was camilla* who was breathtakingly beautiful, as such i could never muster up enough courage to come up to her and ask her to dance with yours truly. that changed though, when i was passing real close to her and she whistled. not the typical pucker your lips sort of whistle, but the one where you had to put your fingers in your mouth kind of whistle. she whistled like a wolf. i pretty much got over her after that.
there're a few more that're worth mentioning, but i've forgotten to whom i've given this address to. i think it's a safe bet that the ones i've harped on in these pages won't ever read them.
and on the off-chance that they do, i just might have to pretend that i was unaware that i was talking about them.
having said that, i suppose the other biggest and single most important point for any red-blooded male would be the chance to dance with all these amazing female dance instructors.
it doesn't hurt either that most, if not all, are worth more than just a glance.
this last outing was the third time for me, and i must say that i've been looking forward to this, if only to see those that i haven't seen for so long, and stupidly forgotten to ask numbers from the last time around.
the one that i was truly looking forward to seeing was melissa*, because i caught her looking my general direction on the first day of the training six months ago. chances are, i was just imagining things and she was probably just trying to subtly sneak a peek on the wall clock behind me.
next would be terra* because she did a mean rendition of the Dirty Dancing routine. sadly, it looked like her studio did not participate this time around.
there were some new faces as well. there was camilla* who was breathtakingly beautiful, as such i could never muster up enough courage to come up to her and ask her to dance with yours truly. that changed though, when i was passing real close to her and she whistled. not the typical pucker your lips sort of whistle, but the one where you had to put your fingers in your mouth kind of whistle. she whistled like a wolf. i pretty much got over her after that.
there're a few more that're worth mentioning, but i've forgotten to whom i've given this address to. i think it's a safe bet that the ones i've harped on in these pages won't ever read them.
and on the off-chance that they do, i just might have to pretend that i was unaware that i was talking about them.
*for the sanity of the author, all names have been changed around.
posted by Sascha at
10/06/2004 01:05:00 AM
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