Natasha and I had met at the start of the school year. We learned that we had much in common with the other; especially, the fact that we both loved to dance, especially Latin dances. She had learned Jazz Dance when she was 11 and 12, later on in High School she learned various other Dances. Her boyfriend at the time didn't take the class with her so she always danced with the other boys from the class at school dances, except for the slow dances, those she always reserved for him.
My High School didn't have a Dance Class, and I was pursuing other hobbies to take it up outside of school, though I had always wanted to learn. When I got into College, I learned of a "Social Dance" class, which was basically the Ballroom dances, and several of the Latin dances. As I knew I would I immediately fell in love with it; especially with Tango. Several of my friends and I would meet outside of class and do nothing but dance to Tango. This went on till the end of the Summer when we had to stop.
Natasha and I started off just with just normal greetings asking how you were and things like that, after a while, though, we really started to get along. I found it was easy to talk to her, I could just say what I wanted and didn't feel strange at all.
Inevitably we started talking about dancing. As I'd said we both loved to dance, I found out a little later that she had never learned the Tango, but had always wanted to. Well, when I told her I knew the Tango, she begged me to teach her. Not that she needed to beg, I agreed to teach her. We agreed to meet at the local gym that Saturday where she could learn.
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When I arrived at noon, she was already there, sitting on a stool at the health drink bar. She was wearing your standard relaxed athletic wear, grey sweatpants, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. I couldn't see what she had on underneath. By her feet under the stool lay her backpack.
I waved when I saw her; she waved back grinning, picked up her bag and trotted over to me, she just to radiate with energy, she seemed ready to jump to the ceiling, she was so exited..
"Hi."
"Hi, I got us a room upstairs for an hour; we can't get in till 1:00 though, so we can just hang around here until it's time."
"OK, that's fine." I said and she led the way back to the stool she was sitting at, I took a seat next to her.
We sat for a while and just chatted about nothing in particular, weather, school, teachers. Suddenly I just blurted it out; I had decided to ask her out, on a date, that day. We had gotten together many times outside of school before, but this would be the first time I was planning to do any-thing really intimate with her on one of our excursions.
She started laughing, at my nervousness, almost falling back out of her chair had she not been holding on to the counter of the bar, bringing her knees up to her chest in her giggles. "You...you don't need to be so nervous, sweetie. Of course I will, just name the time and place." She looked at her watch, "Oh, its almost one, do you want to head up there now, and see if we can get in?"
"Ok, lead the way."
We went up to the room, where it had already been unlocked for us. It was a good sized room, large enough that we could move around without feeling cramped. The florescent lights up above lighted everything perfectly. The room had mirrors on three walls, and the fourth wall had a counter with a CD player built into it. The floor was made out of wood tiling, not plain rubber flooring.
I set the bag that I had brought with me on the counter and took out my CDs to deciding which ones I should use.
