Two left feet

I was invited out to a bachelorette party last week. It was a small group of us and we started with dinner, then off to the new casino to have a few drinks at the piano bar on the 15th floor. It was very nice. Then off we went to Pepin's for some salsa dancing. The second we walked in, the bachelorette was whisked away on the dance floor. The nice thing about this place is that people come to dance, you don't feel like a piece of meat with guys trying to hook up. Most folks just come for some great dancing. I was next to be asked and warned the guy that I was not any good. He said no problem, and off we went. I tried real hard and did my best to let him take the lead while he spun me around. I felt like I did alright and went back to my seat once the song was over. I danced a bit with the other girls and it wasn't long before my next invitation came along. Just like I had before, I warned him that I wasn't very good. Once again, he said no problem and off we went. The song was rather fast and he immediately started spinning me all over the place. I tried so hard to stay in step, but each spin was increasingly more disastrous. Within seconds, the guy realized how bad I really was. He sure didn't waste anytime. He stopped dancing and took my hand and led me back to my seat. Whoa, the song wasn't even over. Did he really just give up on me that fast? I say down and wasn't sure if I was embarrassed, angry or just plain ole hurt that I was dissed so fast. I ended up laughing about it, but I took a small hit to my ego! Oh well. I guess that is what I get for dancing with another man. Next time I will bring Mr. B with me. According to him, I am a great dancer!