I didn't fully realize how much I missed dancing until I got back to Columbia. I've been dancing every day since. On Thursday, I went with a salsa group to a local nightclub (Deja Vu), and a guy who was trying to pick me up asked what I did beside dancing and being a student. I realized there wasn't really anything else. It amused me to be able to honestly tell him that, since I wasn't interested in being picked up by him.
Dancing is my life. There really isn't time for anything besides that and work (and God, but guys tend not to be interested in hearing about that). Of course, sometimes I go out and do other things (like exploring local parks, eating out, or watching movies) with my dancing friends. Even more infrequently, I take the time to draw or write something for fun. But, really, dancing is my fun, my hobby, my social activity, and my exercise. If that means that guys don't fit into that life as anything more than friends and dance partners, it's too bad for them. Perhaps if the right kind of guy came along, I'd be willing to be a bit flexible, but that sort of guy is incredibly rare, so I'm not holding my breath.
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