Dance-Tastic...

I could happily dance with Clark for the rest of my life. 

(Yes, Cameron. I am talking about your roommate.)

Seriously. I am not kidding. 

For the rest of my life.
(He is THAT good.)

I'm not great, but it's so nice not to have to teach my partner the basics every time I get asked. 

Which, admittedly, is not that often.

I suspect that guys may think I don't know how to dance because I'm Asian.

Understandable. 

How often do you look at a Chinese gal (who wears skinny jeans and bright colors) and think,

"Hey, she looks like she's really into country dancing!"

I sure wouldn't.

However, last night taught me that I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better than I used to be. A year ago, I remember that I was terrible and could hardly follow Clark at all. Last night, I was able to do almost everything he threw at me! And Jason is an awesome partner and is so good at teaching lifts. I love lifts.

I don't mean to toot my own horn...

Scratch that.

I do.

I sure do mean to toot my own horn.

I. Am. Awesome.

(an awesome country dancer, I mean)