Tonight I went to a lindy and blues dance class. I love to dance. The only problem is that I usually look like this while doing it:

The amazing part about having a partner is that I can just follow someone else's lead. Now, I pride myself on being a strong, independent woman. Yet here's my confession. On the dance floor, I just really want to be twirled around by a strong partner.

Even though the majority of my partners were old men (I'm kind of a magnet for men over 70 it seems) in that moment, I didn't care. I was just twirling around the dance floor.