When my partner didn’t show up for our 8 p.m. Thursday Latin Ballroom dance class, I thought of putting my street shoes back on and leaving the studio.
I didn’t want to be the sad girl dancing all by herself, arm around an imaginary man as I pranced through my steps. I had already retreated to the row of chairs to grab my phone from my purse when one of the instructors stopped me.
“Don’t leave just because Jarred didn’t show,” Deirdre said.
“I don’t — ” I stammered, unsure of how to continue. I’d seen dancers taking the class solo, and I didn’t want to be one of them, but I also didn’t want to sound rude. Jarred and I were not romantic partners, merely dance partners. We’d been friends for years, and I knew if he... Read More
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