I'm definitely not Fred Astaire, but I do have some rhythm. My Senior year Social Dance 1 class allowed me to not only have an entire hour to talk with Alisa, but also the chance to hold her hand. I made it a point to sit near her when she entered the classroom and was quick to ask her to dance when it was time to learn some new steps. Together we learned the steps to the Cha-Cha and the Mambo. We learned to Tango and to Waltz. It didn't take too long for the other students in the class to learn that I would be asking Alisa to dance with me everyday, and soon they just quit asking either of us. The teacher began to hint that we had each found a permanent dance partner. I looked forward everyday to dancing with Alisa. She was after all a great dancer.
And yet, as much as I enjoyed spending that time everyday with her I wasn't able to ask her on a date. At the time I had plenty of excuses, but they all seem so trivial now.
Luckily for me the last dance didn't occur in Social Dance 1. By the end of the term we had developed a friendship and had our class schedules changed so we could continue to dance together in Social Dance 2. Social dance 2 was no different than 1, it simply just contained more people who thought they were a gift to choreogrophers. We learned some new dance steps and cultivated our friendship even more.
I don't know what took me so long, but eventually I decided I had to ask Alisa on a date, and what better date than the Senior Prom? (I know, way to work into it buddy.) Fortunately for me, she accepted my invitation. I think Prom may have been a bit of a letdown for Alisa, not because we didn't have a good time, but I wasn't a part of her "group" of friends and therefore she was forced to spend the evening with my "group" of friends. I never felt awkward when I was around her, but instead felt so relaxed and comfortable. After dropping her off at home, I knew for sure that she was someone I needed to have in my life.
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