A Tale from the Dance Floor...ish

Let it be known, I am in an international ballroom dance class. Basically we'll see how it goes.

So today in class, we "warmed up" with the box-step. For all you who are unaware, the box-step is the basic dance step of the waltz. We were supposed to have a partner with which to do this. But of course some guy did not show up to class on time, so yours truly did not have a partner with which to dance. Hence I got to dance by myself. It was weird and a little bit embarrassing, especially since people walking by could see everyone dancing with a partner...except for that one lame girl dancing awkwardly by herself. A midst trying to be ok with my situation and telling myself that others have danced by themselves before and no one really cares whether or not I have a partner (clearly I have issues with any situation that is even the least bit abnormal...it runs deep), in walks Neuroscience Guy. I call him this because the first time we danced, he was wearing a BYU Neuroscience shirt. I like to think he's studying to be a neurosurgeon or something. He totally looks like the neurosurgeon/left-brained type. (Sometimes my imagination just goes off.) Anyway so the first time I met him, he inquired if I swam. Bewildered, I answered yes then asked, with a very furrowed brow I might add, how he knew that. Laughing he said he knew this because I still had my wrist band on and, he reiterated a few times, it was not because I smelled of chlorine.

I diverge. Back to my story. I'm dancing all by myself, having a nice little pity party inside my head (Party in Emaline's head, population: 1), and in walks this guy. Impeccable timing, I think, just as the teacher shuts off the music.

And then I realize that this closely resembled a scene out of a romantic comedy type movie. Except in the film, the girl would have been devastated and stumbling over her footing just as the guy came in, took her in his arms, gazed into her eyes, and danced her away.

Or something.

So clearly I have issues with dancing alone when I should have a partner.

My life is a romantic comedy gone awry. Totally alright with that however.

I learn new things about myself [almost] every day.

"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere." -Jane Austen

Such is the theme of life.
The point is to just not give up.