As stated earlier in research on Google, I discovered that the way to slow down the passage of time was to do something different. This week I took that idea out for a spin, and although time flew by as always, my husband and I did enjoy learning the fox trot and the rumba.
I need to give a bit of background on our relationship. We met in 1981 and were married in 1984, which should have been enough time to discover that we are polar opposites. If you Google "love is blind" you will probably find reference to our union somewhere in the 21,000,000 results.
There were glaring signs that our life together would not be a peaceful journey. When I called my mom to tell her I was engaged, she asked, "to who?" After the minister, who had counseled us before our wedding, reviewed our personality test results he didn't seem to be able to articulate the results so he just said, "well, best of luck to you two."
To summarize some of the differences; he loves riding his Harley, I am lukewarm and only enjoy a shorter ride. I am actually having a t-shirt made that says, IF YOU CAN READ THIS I AM MORE THAN 45 MILES FROM HOME AND THE BITCH WOULDN'T COME WITH ME. (For those who don't know the original t-shirt said, IF YOU CAN READ THIS THE BITCH FELL OFF) Opps, I digress, He is Harley, I am Night Club, He is stay at home alone, I am let's have a bunch of people over, he says tomato, I say tomato, he says potato I say.. never mind, this doesn't work in print. Anyway, I believe I have made my point.
Through all our years together I try to gently introduce him to new and exciting experiences i.e. I drag him shuffling and scowling to what I think will be super fun things to do together. I found a coupon on Living Social for 4 dance classes and I bought it. There was no need to check with my dance partner because he wouldn't want to do it. So I had to present this great deal in exactly the right context.
"You know for my birthday, we are going to have a DJ?" Already suspicious he says..."Ya?" "Well, for my birthday present I want you to take a few dance lessons with me" He laughs and say, "ya.. right..." shakes his head and walks away. So, I say, "Great!! First lesson is next Thursday."
It would take too much time and be to difficult to relive the actual trip to the dance studio, some things are better kept private. Needless to say we did go and when it was time for class an amazing thing happened. A most beautiful 5'8" 120 lb, doe eyed, brunet, dance instructor lead my reluctant husband into the studio. She spent a lot of time practicing with him in particular, I think she may have seen him pacing in the lobby before class. Anyway, by the end of the hour he was happily fox trotting and rumbaing. Who knows, maybe next week I will get to dance with him!
