Upon reflection, I will admit, without hesitation, that I can’t dance. My wife knows this, but she still keeps begging me to take her out dancing. The truth is that the whole idea of dancing intimidates the hell out of me. It’s as if I have two left feet.
The last thing I want is to allow my fear of dancing spoil my marriage, so I have agreed to go with my wife to a ballroom dancing class this winter at the local senior center. Knowing me, though, I’ll probably just end up standing on the sidelines with my hands in my pockets, which will undoubtedly piss my wife off.
Wish me luck. I’m gonna need it.
This totally fictitious tale was written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (reflection), Word of the Day Challenge (hesitation), My Vivid Blog (dance), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (intimidate), Your Daily Word Prompt (spoil), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (winter), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (pocket).