After a little gentle prodding from
cupcake_goth, I went to my first queer tango class last night in the U-District. Queer women, some of them cute, were danced with. No bones in anyone's feet were broken. Fun was had. I didn't suck any worse than average, I don't think.
Afterwards, the (seriously cute) instructor invited whoever was interested to the pizza & beer joint across the street. We compared notes on the South, of which we're both former residents, and of course lesbian dating & relationships. Oh, and the instructor rides a motorcycle. That's right: I tango'd with a cute dyke on a bike. I win Thursday night.
The class is four weeks, one hour per class, $60. I think it'll be time & money well spent.
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Afterwards, the (seriously cute) instructor invited whoever was interested to the pizza & beer joint across the street. We compared notes on the South, of which we're both former residents, and of course lesbian dating & relationships. Oh, and the instructor rides a motorcycle. That's right: I tango'd with a cute dyke on a bike. I win Thursday night.
The class is four weeks, one hour per class, $60. I think it'll be time & money well spent.