Dancing

As a general rule of behavior, I do not dance. Like laughter the activity has negative associations attached. In this case due to my experience of it being employed solely for the enjoyment of someone who did not deserve the display.

However some weeks ago I made a remark on the topic off-hand to my beloved, mostly as a distraction from other subjects. When we talked of it, I was not surprised to learn that D.A. had formal practice with dancing due to social expectations. The offer to teach me was then made.

I accepted, perhaps out of haste or a superficial desire to please. The matter went unspoken of until the night that we shared tea with Nemeiah. I had just seen the latter out of the place when my beloved suggested we take advantage of the setting for a lesson. The evening had gone well to that point, so I hesitated. Yet with less difficulty than anticipated I agreed.

It was pleasant, overall. Though I believe D.A. does not entirely understand the reservation and I am in no hurry to explain it. Those doubts now shift a tad and I find myself seeking a way to introduce another situation in which another lesson can be shared.