Have I mentioned how much I love dancing? Lindy hop, blues, balboa to be specific. Occasionally I go dancing feeling kind of blue and hope dancing will cheer me up. Sometimes it does, but sometimes the simple expectation that it is going to cheer me up is confronted by the dismal reality of my loneliness. However, there are times when I just go dancing because it is what I do to get away and be in my own little world, doing something I enjoy. Last Friday was one of those night. I met up with my friend Ra for dinner and had jolly time getting caught up on the gossip of the swing scene and his various women. Then we went to the dance and I found myself in demand as a skilled follower with men almost fighting to dance with me! AND I got to dance with Ri at least TEN times!!! [Sigh]
Who needs romance when you have dancing? A clean, 3 minute relationships with his complete attention, connected to each other and the music, creating free-flowing movements of the soul. I’d much rather have that sort of relationship: no strings, no obligations, no emotional baggage, no messy sex with side effects of pregnancy and STDs. When the song is over, so is the relationship. A lingering rosey glow…or a sigh of relief, depending on the partner.
I suppose there are benefits to life-long partners: commitment, support, children. I envy the folks I meet who have been married for 62 years. However, when those kinds of relationships fail to find their way in to your life, a great outlet is dancing! How ironic. In the past, people used to go to dances to find their future spouse…