I could have danced all night...

Jer and I just returned home from swing dance lessons. It was so much fun! We learned the Lindy Hop tonight. Poor Jer was uncomfortable because he didn't like the way these people taught and preferred Jason's tutelage, so I stopped where he felt comfortable and we went to the back of the gym to practice the basic steps. He got stubborn at times, to which I threatened to dump him for another guy. That fixed it -- he doesn't like me dancing with other guys.

The unfortunate thing about the two of us learning new dance steps at the same time is that I learn faster than he does -- which is bad because he's supposed to be the one leading. We've always struggled with this. Growing up, I was always the leader, but now I'm trying to step down and help him learn how to lead (in more than just dancing). I think this will be good for him. He's going to make such an awesome boyfriend/husband some day. Jer is one of the most intuitive and sensitive guys I know.

But I'm getting off the subject by bragging about my brother. The first hour was spent learning new dance steps; afterwards was free dancing, so Jer and I tore up the floor with the Jitterbug, the pretzel, and of course -- the floor spin*. No one else could do that, so I think that gave Jer a little more confidence. I could have danced another hour or two, but Jer wanted to come home to set up his new computer. Guys... That's okay, because I'm really sore from working out for an hour yesterday and then dancing for an hour and a half today. Please excuse me while I go into rigormortis.

*video coming soon