Odd one out
In Zumba class this morning, there were two routines wherein we were told to grab a partner to dance with. Everybody immediately turned to somebody and I ended up partnerless. In a room with more than a dozen people, what were the chances of that? I can’t pretend I didn’t feel embarrassed standing their without a dance partner*. Perhaps I do give off a fucking-stay-away vibe. Perhaps I should learn to exude open, cheerful amiability. Surely it wouldn’t kill me to be peppy among veritable strangers for an hour.
* I ended up partnering with the instructor in the first instance and being roped into a group of three for the second.