Salsa
I have a pathetically exaggerated anxiety about authority. I woke from an evening nap to hear my roommate and my landlord talking about whether or not they thought I was home. I heard my landlord say, "I really want this to get done tonight." I panicked. This is my week to clean the kitchen. He was probably furious that I had even left it to today, let alone hadn't made a move to start. I crept down the stairs to find my roommate leaving to go salsa dancing. Apparently, my landlord was just explaining why he didn't want to come along... he had something he wanted to get done tonight.
I felt embarrassed.
I immediately cleaned the kitchen.
I wanted to go salsa dancing, but the thought of moving my car exhausts me.
Also, Brian asked me not to salsa dance with anyone else. He doesn't want some other guy's hands on me.
Salsa dancing was our first date together, two days after we met, and it ended with a soft kiss in the middle of a close and slow dance.
I just don't like the idea of being the type of person who turns down plans to: get some work done for tomorrow (I do hate the mornings..), clean the kitchen, and randomly pass out at 8 pm.
I felt embarrassed.
I immediately cleaned the kitchen.
I wanted to go salsa dancing, but the thought of moving my car exhausts me.
Also, Brian asked me not to salsa dance with anyone else. He doesn't want some other guy's hands on me.
Salsa dancing was our first date together, two days after we met, and it ended with a soft kiss in the middle of a close and slow dance.
I just don't like the idea of being the type of person who turns down plans to: get some work done for tomorrow (I do hate the mornings..), clean the kitchen, and randomly pass out at 8 pm.