Yes, that disclaimer is necessary. Because after you read this, ladies, you're all going to go "Awwww!" and be jealous of how sweet my husband is.

For my birthday (which is coming up next month) my husband signed us up for dancing lessons together!

All together now: "Aaaaw!"

He really is the greatest. Because, you see, neither of us really know how to dance. And so when situations come up--like weddings--where there is dancing, we either don't dance at all, or we just kind of stand there and sway. It's lame. I've always admired people who actually can dance, and wished I could.

And so last night found the two of us gathered in a room at a local fitness center with a bunch of other (mostly middle-aged) folks learning to dance. As I knew already, I'm not a good dancer. I've got very little rhythm and no coordination at all. A lot of the students in the class had taken other dance classes, so they at least sort of knew what they were doing. I stumbled my way through the turns, tried my hardest to keep to the rhythm, and actually did step on my partner's feet once or twice.

But. By the end of the class, I could pretty much do the basic dance pattern. Quick-quick-slow, quick-quick-slow, quick-quick-slow. The other variations were learned are much iffy-er, but I had the basic step at least. Progress!

As Eric pointed out afterward, even if we never took another class, we'd still be 100 times better than we were before taking it. When you're starting out at Level Zero, there's no where to go but up.

Here's a video of the type of dance we're learning, in case you're interested. It's called "Nightclub Two-Step." And yes, at the end of the next six weeks, Eric and I are TOTALLY going to be dancing just like this couple in the video. Just wait and see.