I have to say, next to having to re-write this blog cause the first one went into cyberspace somewhere (think that could be the same place all my socks went?), is the fact that there are rarely enough men to dance with! Other than last night when fewer women came out to dance due to bad roads, the weekend was a bust as far as dancing goes.

We went to Ras#1’s office Christmas party and I think there were maybe 2 men who could do even a modicum of couples dance, so we got in 2, maybe 3 dances each. As usual (you probably guessed it) we ended up at the usual honky tonk hoping to add a few more dances to our evening. Big disappointment there! Again, there were about 2 guys there who can do any couples dancing, one of which indicated he had retired from dancing (said it was a long story) and the other oftentimes too much of a pain to bother getting on the dance floor (I don’t like that song, it’s too fast, it’s too slow, too many people on the dance floor, not in the mood, yada yada yada). Once again, we leave early, dissatisfied and disappointed. I even have male friends who admit that men who do dance have a distinct advantage with women, yet they still aren’t motivated to learn to dance themselves. Would someone please explain that to me? So, all you men out there, please come out and dance if you know how, or take some lessons if you don’t. We need you and you won’t be sorry. And, if you are out there and know how to dance already, please move to Boise, or at least come for a very long visit?

The “Ras Girls”

Friday night, after my private dance lesson with Mario Robau, Ras #2 and I headed down to “Shorty’s”, another Boise Honky Tonk. Not long after we got there, practically all of the other dancers’ dispersed. As usual, Ras #2 and I were left standing there, looking at each other. Just as we were deciding what to do a gentleman walked up and asked if he could West Coast Swing dance with me. Now, having had this happen before, I did not know what to expect, so I headed to the dance floor a bit apprehensive.

Much to my delight, not only was the gentleman, aka Robert, a wonderful dancer, it turns out that he is also a great guy! Ras #2 and I spent the entire evening (and weekend) dancing with him. We took turns, so we got a break. He, on the other hand, or should I say foot, must have been exhausted! He never complained and just kept dancing. The band was good, the DJ was better, and we had the whole dance floor to ourselves. What more can a dancing girl ask for! Seems that he was in town for the Mario Robau workshop, and heard that Shorty’s was where the dancers’ would be hanging out. Once again, dancers’ all speak the same language.

Thank you, Robert for the best Friday dance night I have had in a really long time!