Dancing

I went swing dancing tonight. It was a really good thing for me to do. Not only was it really fun, but it helped alleviate some fears I had been having regarding the opposite gender. My continual ineffectiveness regarding dating had left me feeling that I could never have comfortable relationships with women, in any condition. I felt I was doomed to be forever awkward. Or worse, that I would end up like Steve Carell in "The 40 Year Old Virgin." But I don't know, it was good to have girls ask me to dance, and to be able to smile and laugh with them. And dance. Damn, I danced with this one girl who was easily the best dancer I've ever partnered with. Her name is Kate, and she is a freak. It was almost a spiritual experience, the blending of the music and the movement we made. I looked like a schmuck, but crap was she awesome. I danced with her twice, and when she left, I wished her a good night. I should have asked if she'd be there next week. Dang it. I thought I saw her glancing at me a couple times when I was dancing with someone else.... Anyways, it was good to spend time with some old friends who drove me to the place. It was really interesting to hear some of their frustrations, fears, and dreams. Most of them involved the opposite gender, which of course I'm not very good at answering. But you know, we're all at different stages, but most people share the same dream. The dream of love. Will it be with the mysterious girl going to England? Some English girl? My French friend? Kate the awesome dancer? A girl I won't meet for another 5 years? Who knows? One can only dream.