I see him sitting there, watching me dance, and I know what he's thinking. It's written all over his face. I flash him a coy smile and watch his face brighten, almost as bright as my bright red skirt. I spin circles around my partner, but my eyes aren't on him, they are on the man watching me, the man who can't take his eyes off of me.
She knows I'm watching her. I see her staring at me. She pays no attention to that man she's dancing with, another one of the instructors I think. She doesn't even need to pay attention to what she's doing, she's just that good. I wish I could be the one holding her, the one spinning her around the floor, helping her look like a goddess. But still, I'm the one she's looking at, not him. I can't get that fact off my mind.
The song finishes and I thank my partner and turn away. I do a little hip sway, but its not the for the man I'm walking away from, it's for the man I'm walking towards, the man that hasn't taken his eyes off me all night. I lick my lips a little as I stride towards him. He knows what's coming, and I know he's nervous, but I know he'll end up loving it.
"May I have this dance," she says as she holds her hand out.
He laughs and shakes his head. "You know, I'm no good at this," he says. "I've told you a million times."
Her smile widens briefly and she replies, "Yes, I know, but every time I get you to dance with me, and every time you get a little bit better."
He takes her hand and rises. "That's because I have an amazing teacher," he says.
She pulls him close and whispers in his ear, "That's because I have an amazing student." Then she gives him a little wink and they walk onto the floor together so that he can make a fool of himself and look great doing it. But he loves it, because he loves her, and even though he's not very good at it, he loves to dance.
"I love you," she whispers in his ear.
"I love you, too," he says back.
And that's what it's like, at least in this case, to date a dancer.
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