A Possible Sideline

Today, I became a D.I. (Dance Instructor)

Before I elaborate on this opening statement, let me first give a background on what happened this evening.

I went to a friend's debut and was stupid enough to forget my coat back home. (Note to self: Next time, READ the invitation.) Good thing I went early and still had time to get my coat.

For the debut, I was tasked to be the partner of the debutante. Naks! What's more is that we (the debutante and I) only recently met through a common friend. She needed more men for her cotillion and since I'm biologically a man, then I fit the qualification...right? :)

We danced the Viennese waltz with the help of a professional dancer. The performance was quite okay, although the previous practices were much better in my opinion.

Fast forward to open floor time where the older generation together with hired DIs were dancing ballroom. I wanted to join in the fun and so I decided to pull the debutante and dance the chacha. Apparently, it's not her thing and so she left me hanging there.... alone....until...her mom decided to try and dance with me! And so I danced the chacha with the debutante's mom instead haha. Well, she already knew that I was enthuasiastic in dancing so no wonder.

Soon enough, I found myself dancing the swing with my friend's mom. Sadly, I'm haven't taken proper lessons with the dance (unlike the mom) and so I think she got bored with me haha.

And so I became a DI for a short period of time. Thankfully I did not make a fool of myself in front the crowd and even got a few praises (goodjob!). This is the first time I've danced in front of strangers without really being mindful of how I danced. Just felt the music and moved my booty to it haha. It's so liberating and fun!

If only I could take dance lessons instead of being bombarded with derivatives, equilibrium constants and moments of inertia.