So in my previous installment I mentioned this girl I like love and I was going to go to a dance class with her. I also mentioned I'd be back the next week. That last part was postponed, but we returned two weeks after the initial lesson.

Has anything progressed with the girl? Not really. A few things have happened since, but nothing I could call progress. I'll just have to keep on at it :)

Dance tonight wasn't as much fun. Given some work related things, I wasn't really in the mood to go dancing, but I didn't want to pull out just because of a bad situation even though I didn't want to go. Besides, I committed my evening to her and that's what she deserves, and she makes me feel better when we do stuff together.

We got there and signed ourselves in, paying the princely sum of $16, and jumped straight into the class (I think we might have been 2 or 3 minutes late as they were already into the basic steps). The instructor is the same guy who was teaching two weeks ago - he is temping on someone else's behalf, but I'm fairly happy with him and don't want to see it change really. We did a lot of the same basics as before as I expected, with only a few minor modifications. It was actually nice to see what I thought would happen in my mind actually happen. "I love it when a plan comes together."

A lot of the moves were familiar, though I still struggle with combining them together. It's not like I have trouble understanding beats, and differing frequencies. Hell, I'm a ham radio operator, I should understand having two sine waves resonating in phase, why not plot the movement of feet on a graph against time, and synchronise the arms with that? I shouldn't struggle with it, yet I do. The 'S' is for 'sux'. :(

We finished off the same way as before, speeding up the smaller routines and combining them into a bigger one. Given I wasn't really getting the basic stuff still, my heart really wasn't in it to do the complicated stuff. I tried, but looking at an overweight reflection of yourself who is moving around like a broken washing machine across a dance studio (when you are the only guy, and you're the only fat one too) and there's stick figure of a broken dryer invading your space to your left really is disenchanting.

I'm still going to go again next week. I don't want to let this thing beat me. My resolve remains the same as last time:

No way in hell I'm letting some hip hop dance tracks get the better of an EBM fan. Besides, I gotta get it right so I can speed it up and unleash my wrath at Die Maschine. A good dancer is bound to Get the Girl and Kill the Baddies (and save the entire planet).

Regarding the tickets, perhaps we should get a book of 10, they're only $14 per lesson.