At Contra Dancing for Beginners

I learned that I am extremely uncomfortable touching strange (meaning people I do not know) men. I had no problem 'allemand lefting' the ladies, but I really struggled with all the strange-man touching. Particularly, I think, because I am short and these men were tall, and they didn't understand where to put their hands on me. I also really hated the smell of lots of sweaty people spinning around, and all the different sweats combining on my palms was driving me insane. On a lighter note, my former boss spotted me in the midst of my contra lesson - we made brief eye contact and then I pretended to be engrossed in my circling left. No worries, no scene. After the first half hour of excruciating social awkwardness, I finally loosened up and had a good deal of fun. It was like square dancing with my handless middle school gym teacher, only less dumb and the music was better. The Peach, the Felsher and I all were pretty smooth with our moves by the end of the lesson I have to say. We are some sweet gypsy-dancing swingers. I can't wait to suck B-rod into the world of the contra next week - can you imagine it? Please do.