Rambling, sometimes, a blog is just a blog, no form, no thoughts.

I didn’t expect her to be a workaholic who become obsessed about an unresolved problem… An unresolved “Programming” problem. Even worst is when she fixed a 7 year veteran’s code half hartedly in the short 30 minutes that she spent there.

I remember looking at her, my gaze going through the curves of her body with a tinge of intrigue. “Shit” I am in trouble.
The demographic of ballroom dancers is very simple. There’s the below 20 group where you have the amateur competitors and the above 30 where you get the professional teachers. And in between, you get spots of a few different ages.

I never thought about why this is and just took it in as the way it is. Then it dawned on me today when I looked at my swing teacher who’s about the same age as me. The bastards forbade amateur competitors to teach unless they declare themselves professionals. That about stopped any young adults from teaching dancing and earning money from the hobby that they spent so much time and money on.