Monday, October 26 2009

I am a lazy, lazy man who can cheerfully spend evenings at home on the couch watching old TV shows or playing PS2.

Mahkam likes doing that, too, but she will also get this urge to do useful stuff (I know! What?). She likes dancing, so me being a good boyfriend I told her about a dancing school one of my students told me about.

We’re going to go there tonight for a test class and see what’s what. We’ll probably sign up for at least a month, maybe two.

Which fills me with dread, because I can’t dance. I’m too tall, too stiff, too self-conscious. It’s going to be horrible. And I can already hear the snickers of all the ladies there when they see my tall frame shamble into the door.