This week I was working in the kitchen and listening to 90’s Country Music. I was dancing around by myself, two stepping, spinning. Slow slow quick quick. So many of the songs brought to mind individual friends, Harper, Jean, Cori, Denise, Cindy, Trish, Betty. We danced two or three nights a week, two stepping, waltz, and line dancing. It’s where I met my wife.
I came out in 1990’s in Austin, Texas. The country bar was the place to see and be seen. I quickly figured out taking dance lessons and learning to lead got the attention and the girls. I’d always been a dancer so it wasn’t that difficult. So many memories.
I remember being much younger and having a neighbor in the duplex next door who listened to 60s music all day. I rolled my eyes. Ah the judgements of youth. While I don’t listen to Garth, Travis, Willie, George, Dolly or Shania all day, for an hour this week I was transported to a simpler time. Good times for this old gal.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
Nice memory.
Mine was 6th grade at YMCA. Ballroom dance with sweaty handed girls. But the bow was the key.
By middle school I knew how walk across a gym floor and ask for the first dance – no shy boy me!!
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I took ballroom in middle school as well. W don’t dance here. Not how I thought it would be. Makes me sad.
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About 10 years ago, I met a Mexican guy and we started seeing each other. I figured I’d learn a lot about dancing to Mexican music.Imagine my shock and dismay when I learned he didn’t know how to dance!
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Noooo 🫣😝💃🏻
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I lost an old boyf to a line dancer back in the day but that’s another story! 😉
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😂 we do have a certain joie de vivre
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