It was the first day of ballroom class. Sweat formed on my brow as I glanced around the studio with mirrored walls and wooden floor at the other dancers who were warming up for the class, swinging their partners around with perfect posture and poise. No one could believe that I wasn’t there to prepare for a wedding or a formal dance, and that I had actually come with my girlfriend of my own volition just because I’d wanted to.
I was in my mid-twenties, and I had recently fallen in love with Fred Astaire movies. The way Fred would dance so gracefully and swing Ginger around the dance floor was nothing Continue reading