On the Road
Well, life is interesting, isn’t it? I’ve been keeping myself fairly busy and watching How I Met Your Mother when I’m not. I may be an addict. It makes me laugh and I identify with Ted Mosby fairly easily. I’m not sure what it is, but I seem to really enjoy 20 minute comedy episodes. How I Met Your Mother, Scrubs, and Community are all shows I really enjoy that fall under that paradigm. I don’t think I had enough laughter in my life.
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I certainly had too much violence. Violent video games, shows, movies. I am not one of those people who buys into violence in games and on television affecting our behavior, but it was certainly affecting my psyche and my rest. I couldn’t rest in my sleep for the violent dreams, which often reflected whatever game or show I was watching. So I did a “violence fast” for at least three weeks, avoiding anything other than violence in books. Sci-fi/fantasy is my favorite genre and I will never give up reading. It helped. I learned some things about myself. I need to laugh more.
And I’ve been getting out more. Dancing out of town three to four nights a month. I carpool with some of my students/friends from the community class I teach once a week. Only Fridays, though I’m thinking about going down this Saturday by myself to attend a salsa dance at the studio that hosts the dances we attend. I’m going to go alone, get some dance time away from the same faces I dance with three times a week. It will be fun to mix up the genres as well. I’ve been West Coast Swing centric since January, and while that trend is likely to continue, I’m not the kind of dancer who thinks there’s only one dance worth learning.
Speaking of dancing, the landlord who owns the building where I was teaching my dance class decided I was taking advantage of him and his daughter, who owns the café I teach in and pays him rent, and demanded $50 a week to continue, starting this week. I charge $3 a person at present because I’m offering my services at a minimum to the community. Needless to say, I turned down that “generous” proposition. My use of the space wasn’t a problem in the past because I made my deal with the woman’s ex-husband, who wanted to support the community. While frustrating, it is for the best. The class was outgrowing the space, getting to the point that attendance on a slow night was still eight students.
I was invited to make arrangements to use the local charter school by their administrative assistant, whose son attended my class, so I am in the process of communicating with her. (I’ve also known her since I was 13 through a mutual interest in theatre.) Hopefully that works out in some semblance or form so that there isn’t a long hiatus to ruin the attendance I’ve built up.
My other regular students have been very supportive as this transition was forced upon our group. One gentleman got permission of a nearby senior center to host the lessons there, (too far from town), and a couple of others offered space in their homes, (liability issues). It’s great to see that sharing my passion has awakened such a passion and devotion in my students.
Along with other events, dating will soon be a part of my life again. There are a couple of women I’m taking out for a first date soon. On Thursday I’m taking a former student from when I used to teach college ballroom classes out to dinner. She is a sales director for Mary Kay, but lives in the town where we went to school. That’s about 2 1/2 hours away, so if anything came of it the relationship would be long distance. I’ll be honest, I am not excited about that idea. I don’t really want the first relationship of any kind that I’ve had in over a year to be long distance.
The second, while still living 45 minutes away, I’m pretty excited about. We’ve had trouble getting our schedules to match, however. We scheduled a date last week, but her work sent her out of town that day. She contacted me to reschedule but with the holiday weekend we haven’t had a chance to set anything up. She is the friend of a friend here in town, though apparently we met dancing through another mutual friend years ago. I met up with my friend, her boyfriend, and Chey out celebrating the opening of our friend’s performance of Wizard of Oz. My first (I didn’t remember meeting her before) impression was great. A black maxi dress draped from a string halter beneath blonde hair and a great smile. We started bantering almost immediately. She was intelligent, clever, witty, gorgeous, and likes to dance. By complete random chance I ran into them in a coffee shop the next morning too and while sharing my dream of owning a café/wine bar/bookstore/dance studio mix, discovered she has the same dream. Fun coincidences, if nothing else.
So, plenty going on. More later.
-m0rg4n