It isn't just that my breath catches in my throat when I watch her dance. Or that she has envy-inspiring hips that seem to sway or pop with just the perfect amount of sexy. It's even more than her gorgeous personality or brilliant sense of humor.
There's just something about being around her that makes me believe that yes, I too can be a Burlesque-style dancer (in my bedroom with the lights out) and not look like a complete idiot.
Deanne's first routine at J'Adore Dance's Naughty Hotties class this winter is performed to a song called Mercy, by the artist Duffy. Everything about it is sensual, including the choreography Deanne created to go with it.
But it isn't easy.
After two weeks, my alter ego Erotica-D is still trying to wrap her head around the Austin Powers-inspired moves, and she still can't quite look herself in the mirror. But that gut wrenching fear that was lodged in her throat for most of last session's Naughty Hottie class has shrunk to half its size.
I know that part of that has to do with the nine pounds I've lost since January 1. It also helps that I'm back to "dancing" at J'Adore a few times a week - one of my feet isn't looking so "left" anymore. The steps are coming to me a bit faster, with less frustration. And though the mirrors still scare me, I'm not obsessing over what I'm wearing. As much.
But a lot of my comfort has to do with Deanne.
Just when I think I could be starting to look ridiculous, Deanne busts out with a joke, or an analogy, or something that makes me laugh so hard I forget I was just about to be frustrated - or embarrassed - with myself.
Last night, I even when home and (*gulp*) demonstrated a couple of the moves. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, I'm even considering (*gasp!*) practicing the dance and performing it for handsome hubby.
In my flannel PJs of course...
The Book In My Bag Today: Motor Mouth, Janet Evanovich
PS - Naughty Hotties was just one of the classes I tried out at J'Adore Dance last night. To find out who my abs are screaming at this morning, check out me and Karen's fitness blog.
Do the dance in hunting attire and I betcha the boy won't let you get half way through it.ReplyDelete
Bwahahaha. Scary how well you know my husband, JAMIE.ReplyDelete
That IS funny...Camo lingerie?ReplyDelete
You may be on to something Jamie.
Donna, funny you should mention that...ReplyDelete
Hmmmm remind me to show you the Boudoir shots i had done a few years back. I did a great one in camo booty shorts and and camo backdrop ;)ReplyDelete
Congrats on the weight loss! And I think the naughty haotties sounds FABULOUS. Yes, if you think too much about it, I'm sure you feel ridiculous, but if you can let your brain go, I bet you feel sexy and hot (and I bet the mood carries home with you so handsome hubby is pleased)ReplyDelete
supercool that you have such a great instructor! I would feel like a complete idiot dancing like that... I'm pretty awful w/o my "medicine"! ;p <3ReplyDelete
DONNA and JAMIE you crack me up. Backstory Donna...Jamie sent me a pic of a camo neglige and wrote "Jeff's dream?" I wrote back..."Bought it this morning." Great minds....ReplyDelete
JESS - Yes, definitely want to see those pics. Furthest I got for Jeff was a Canucks jersey.
Thanks HART. Yes, it's a spectacular class! I don't always feel sexy and hot, but I feel as though I might someday feel that way. Ha!
LTM - honey, if *I* can do it, anyone can!