Dancing in Spanish

I don't understand why our Spanish 3 skit must require me, a white runner from the mountains, to dance? It baffles me. I have humiliated myself numerous times, but hey, we had some good laughs. Specifically, I don't understand that when dancing, my partner and I must be close; Pesti thoughtfully told me to bend, as in lean over my partner. I, on the other hand, decided bend at the waist and stick my tiny running butt into the wind. My bad! Did I mention I dance like a 2x4? This over course sparked laughter, my gut seriously hurt from it. So after yesterday's...humor, Pesti got the pro: Mr. Donahue. For those who know Donahue, he's a great guy, but my science teacher. Do you understand where I'm getting at? The man showed me how to dance. AWKWARD! Not a pleasant experience. I really enjoy his class, but ballroom style dancing? NOT my forte. After a while I got the hang of it. I can now rumba and waltz, well I at least know the footsteps. So then I got the beautiful Ashely Murray to join me because I needed to dance with a woman; not alone next to my physics teacher. Boy was that an experience. Two ignorant dancers attempting to follow a complex and emotional dance...BAD IDEA. So we fought through it. We conquered some bad footwork, but I can now ballroom dance...kinda. So here I come ladies, you better watch out. I can now cut some rug, elegantly and romantically. Oh, yeah. So, do you believe in love at first sight, or do I need to walk by again?