I'm Intimidating

I must be. I've had two women at the studio tell me now that my first impression to them was one of intimidation. One of which absolutely loves me now and the other... well she sort of intimidates me. But what am I supposed to do?

It's a fine line to walk. I don't wanna (and can't) come across as the stereotypical flamboyant homo dance instructor that all the women find endearing and all the men are afraid of. I also don't want to be perceived as some jerk who thinks he's better than you. Now to be honest, she didn't know that I was an instructor at the time, and I was in an 'I'm new and I need to demonstrate my qualifications' mode; so she really thought I was just some jerk telling her to change something. But then I was told just how different I am from the, very popular, bubbly/happy female instructor... all from someone who's never even taken a class form me. In actual group classes I'm crackin jokes left and right and make things really relaxed. Maybe I need to act a little more fruit-salad to put the ladies at ease... but that might hurt my private lesson business...

It's Friday... and it's kinda nice that I don't have anything planned to do today other than teach my class, and today is a speech day so all I have to do is watch and grade. I like chill days.

I'm looking for a beach companion for the weekend. You don't have to look in a bikini, but it would be an added bonus (... you probably shouldn't have clicked that link...).

So yesterday was pretty good. I went on campus and watched speeches, which are about as good as I can expect for a summer session. I had lunch with my Mom, we went to a decent little pizza/italian place (although her sandwich looked a heck of a lot better than my slice of pizza. I hadn't seen my Mom in a while. Even though she's cane free now she still walks with a bit of a limp.

Last night I went in the dance studio and had my two hours with Carol. She has complete faith in me and leaves everything in my hands. I keep trying to remind her that she's the boss, but... anyway, I'm really happy with her progress. I'm throwing some really difficult concepts at her, and I'm being just as critical with her as I've ever been, but some how its all fun. She's amazed when I can sense that her knee is bent (even though its clear to me that its bent from how she's standing on it) and I'm like some guru to her. It really makes me wonder just how much of a crappy dancer you can be and get away with teaching dance at a studio like this...

After the lesson Janet asked me to hang around so she wouldn't be the only one to answer the phones if they started ringing wildly (they never did). So I went in and helped out with Adrianne's class. She is probably one of, if not the, best dancers at the studio. She's got a background in general dance, and she teaches class just like its a tap/jazz/hip hop class. She starts the music and loudly yells out '5..6... 5678 with a country girl twang. I always forget about the differences between ballroom dancers and dancers... Her students seem to love her, so I guess that speaks the most about her. She's a somewhat attractive, petite little girl, and I don't think I've got her figured out yet. It seems like everything is just a little too interesting to her, like she really doesn't care but feigns interest like a good southern girl should... but like I said, her students lover.

Most of the class went out to this fancy bar on 6-forks... can't remember the name, its in peachtree plaza, and they invited us along. I'm not sure this was the case, but I got the impression Adrianne wanted me to go so she wouldn't be the only young person there. It was fun, apparently this is one of this later-middle aged groups who must have partied a lot in their youth. They go for a drink after every class, this place is the best spot for mojitos (that one you can click). Anyway, they had a couple of drinks, someone bought me a club soda (I was surprised, as I thought it was water when I gulped it... water with gas).

All in all, Thursday was good, let's see what Friday holds :)