Saturday, I wasn't so frazzled, and our dance evening was another new place ,Plaza, with high ceilings, nice lighting and good music - this one an hour away, but Joe made some calls and we went with another couple.
We'd missed the Viennese Waltz lesson which only pulled in two couples. The place filled up only a third - makes you wonder if they'll make it - so no mixer, but Joe spotted a guy who needed to be asked to dance, and sent me over.
Joe, in his persona as dance host had asked a lady who refused him, saying she was there with her husband. This fellow tried her as well, and thereby had the wind taken out of his sails. He asked me if I had noticed his unhappiness, and I had to admit my husband was his helper.
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