Boyfriend is in a ballroom dance class. At first I was like, "Wow, awesome! He's so cultured and amazing!"
And then the crazy started. Because I realized, wait a second. In almost every chick flick ever, there is the 'dance scene.' You know the one. The couple is dancing, their witty banter interrupted by the intricate dance moves. They scoff and chuckle, and by the end of the dance they are completely in love. They can't even help it, it's because they talked while they danced. And Boyfriend is pretty darn attractive, and I live a whole state over. Those silly dancer girls were probably salivating at the chance to live out their Victorian love scenes with him!
I had to fight every urge asking Boyfriend to refrain from speaking.
Then, just last night, he showed me the song they are preforming to. It was like nothing I was picturing. In my ballroom dance class we danced to things like... Bach. But his song... it was...
Sexy.
So the crazy started picturing what kind of moves one would do to this kind of song.
My hopeful expectations versus dreaded reality:
I tried to keep the crazy in check, and simply replied with a forced, "Oh. Neat."
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