If I hadn't been in love with Craig going on two full years now, I'd shoot him. As is, I want to shoot him. We're dancing...choreographed dancing. I haven't done that in years, at least not much. Chris taught me a bit from the Newsies dance several months ago and that's it.
I learn on my own. Belly-dancing: self-taught. Tango: self-taught. Waltz: Self-taught. Swing Dancing: self-bloody-taught.
I'm terrified of having to be doing the same moves in rhythm. I've got no rhythm, I've got no music, I've got no man.
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