This is different. And thus it began. A few guys offered to give free lessons at a local bar. Mechanical steps, exaggerated and jerky moves, frustration at my clumsiness in the shadow of the slick style of the experienced. Yet I continued.
Group lessons with the ballroom club.
Weekly free lessons. Being intoxicated by this new culture which had drawn me into itself. My old friends saw less of me. I made attempts to bring them to the lessons or dancing. It appeared that I wouldn't be hanging out with my old friends as much if I continued to dance.