So, I started tango lessons last night. Apparently I thought it would be a super wise idea to do these lessons when I'm in a leg brace. You know, to add that extra element of sex appeal. I know what makes men hot under the collar. (hint: braces, talk of babies, pictures of my cats)
Anyway, I signed up for the class with my friends and for some reason in my head I would be dancing alone. I even said that to my friends when they asked if we would end up dancing with others. No, I insisted, we would be dancing alone just learning the steps. Cut to an hour into class and there is Ava, nestled in my chest as we tango across the floor. Apparently I am the dude in this relationship and also, I'm a very strong leader. Per her, I was the most masculine dancer in the class. What can I say? I lead my bitches with a firm hand.
Yeah. I think it's time to find a boyfriend. Or have prop 8 voted out so I can marry Ava.