Forget the detective... I think I'm going crazy. When I had my job, I didn't have any time or energy to even notice any males around me. Now suddenly I'm no longer blind. So I have a crush on my dance instructor. Well, I guess every girl in class does. I'm so unoriginal, I know. It's wrong to fall for dancer guys, they are overly self-loving and self-assured, I mean way too much. It's like a professional injury, some people get repetitive stress syndrome, some get a big head. I mean, it's so lame of me... I just need to get back to my boyfriend or I'll start having crushes on everyone I see.
Anyway, there is this dance school, where I decided to go just for the name of it. It's a famous dance company, they dance with celebrities and perform on MTV events. I don't have any special dance education, but it might help me in the future if I tell people that I took classes at that company. It's really not a big deal, but names matter, you know. I didn't expect much from them, I thought their classes would be almost like fan club meetings (well, that does happen sometimes, but...)
So I go there and I discover that I love the way they teach. It's like, why haven't I gone there a year ago?! It's expensive, and it takes me an hour and a half to get there, but it's worth every minute of my time and every penny I pay. Well-structured classes, interesting style, a lot of new things. And the teacher... *Drool* He's not even cute, he just has that coolness aura or I don't know what it's called. And he seems like a very nice guy. And his teaching is very good, I mean he really tries hard to make sure everyone understands and does the right thing, without making classes boring.
I have another story to tell, about how my landlord paid me a surprise-visit, and now I'm staying with my aunt... Long story, but worth telling. When I have some more time.
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