Sorry, I can’t help it…
I can’t believe I actually haven’t ‘blogged’ about my obligation of performing for the upcoming annual dinner or rather, my ermm dance partner and now ex-dance partner. Hahahahaha… the notion of him cha cha-ing is just… hahahahaha…
I was really depressed for the entire week when KJ so enthusiatically paired me up with this guy (I call him BH) whom I can barely look straight in the eyes. I know I am mean but I am sure everyone has their own BH… C’mone, just admit it!
If you ask what is the matter with BH, well, I can’t really pin point any unusual characteristics about him but there’s just something about him which seems not quite very right to me. Hmmm and his jutted chin and slightly off propotion head are kinda bothering me. I know it’s never good to judge people like that… but…………….. I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan’t stop myself from doing it… speaking about the choice I choose to make someone’s day like 2 hours ago… Yeah right, I can’t stick with it for even half a day!
Anyway, I was this close to crying when KJ asked us to partner up, which means, his hand on the back of my shoulder and mine on his. I was so traumatised that I forgot all the dance routines which I had memorised so well before standing right in front of him. I’d have eaten a raw garlic if that’s what it takes to stop dancing with him, I swear! To what it seems like a last resort, I ‘flung’ myself away from his close hold and gave out a far cry of disgust. Seeing a highly traumatised me, KJ had no choice but to agreed to let us dance on our own.
I would pull out if he hadn’t had my partner changed. I know I was being very difficult and hard to please but at that point I just couldn’t spare a second being Miss Nice. You have to understand, It is that hard to dance with Mr.BH. No exaggeration, promise! At least that applies to me. My skin crawled and I had goosebumps all over when I think of being in such close contact with this guy. Picture this with a guy you absolutely cannot look at or affort letting his hand touches any part of your body: entwined hands, waist touching, intensed stares with seduction and butt wiggling… My stomach is churning already… oh man, this is crazy!!!
God must have heard my prayer or KJ must have heard my most heart felt plea (though it’s more like a threaten). I got a partner swap, finally!!!!! Hmm, at least I could look at this guy without too much problem. BUT, this guy hadn’t showed up for practice for 2 weeks while everyone had already learned the full routine. Oh nooo, he’s not able to catch up. This guy, he could barely dance to save his life! Bad news for me, AGAIN…I was so worried that he might spin me to the wrong side of the dance floor and make a complete joke out of myself. This is nightmare, only slightly better than previous one. It’s just like a princess waking up to find that her prince charming lying beside her is still a damn toad! (though it doesn’t mean my second dance partner is a toad)
Towards the end of last Saturday’s training, KJ delivered the most exciting news ever… I am to dance with another guy! Hallelujah!!! At least I don’t feel funny when dancing with him. I have near-zero problem when we were doing close hold and I am definitely not afraid he would spend me off the dance floor or accidentally step on my feet. Most importantly, I feel at ease dancing along side him although he occasionally mix hip hop with cha cha. I am still a happy bunny despite that! 
Oh wait, this new partner of mine… you should see him hipping and hopping. It’s cool!
