Of which I sighed for relief

If you keep on dancing, you’ll encounter this problem eventually.

“Last dance before the class ends, find a partner.” Shouted the teacher.

I stood there, innocently trying to avoid eye contacts while sneaking my way around the maze of people. There’s a person that I want to dance with and I want to get to the person before others start noticing me.

Too late, my peripheral floor sense told me that I am surrounded. Pinned to the wall by 4 ladies, all eager to dance with me. As we contemplated the next move in dead silence, we became sharply aware of the situation. There’s one of me versus the 4 of them and the music has already started. This must be a big joke because I don’t remember trying to court any of them. It’s piss raining outside and my mood wasn’t particularly upbeat during the class. Then the most unexpected thing happened, the least socially aware of them all (Inside out shirt, geeky glasses, straight untended hair in a bun, you name it), the duckling asked me straight out if I’d like a dance.

I sighed in relief at not having to choose. Brownie points for her.