thoughts on lisa

Two years ago, I decided to take a ballroom dance class for a semester at a local community college. I went with a friend, and we thought it would be a lot of fun. Turned out to be a lot of awkward. Everyone else who came brought their own partner. So, my friend and I took turns being the "man" in the partnership. I do have to admit, though, that I am one heck of a "man" (when it comes to dancing). There was one girl there with her fiance and her whole bridal party. Now, one thing you should know about me, I love nicknames, especially if I don't know your actual name. So, I called this girl Lisa because she reminded me of Baby's sister, Lisa, from Dirty Dancing. Lisa thought she was hot stuff. She overly shook her hips during the rumba, and unnecessarily shook them during the waltz. She could pretty much always be seen shaking her hips. I guess she was trying to be sexy. And boy, did it work! - no, I'm just kidding. Over the course of the class, Lisa became my nemesis, unbeknownst to her. I had sort of become the teacher's favorite. But, when he wasn't dancing with me, he was dancing with Lisa. It wasn't like the teacher was hot, but Lisa was engaged. Did she have to be teacher's pet, too? Well, the class eventually ended, but occasionally I still see Lisa around the area. She never seems to recognize me. I saw her once at the theater working concessions. I elbowed my friend and whispered, "Lisa!" Then we both laughed and moved on. Today, I saw Lisa eating lunch at McCallister's. I wondered what she was doing with her life. Did she ever get married to that guy she danced with? It occurred to me that I might go up and ask her what her real name is. But that would ruin the illusion of Lisa, my obnoxious, hip-shaking, one-time nemesis from not so long ago.