So I have a not-very-secret pleasure that I indulge in on occasion. I love to dance. I often dance around my apartment in the evening or on the weekend as I'm getting dressed (thank goodness I live alone or I might scare someone). My sister also likes to dance and so if my dancing becomes a social activity instead of an alone-in-my-apartment activity it would be because of her. I'm grateful for this because, though I love to dance, I find myself somewhat at odds with the dance scene in Calgary. Sure I like the idea of going Salsa dancing with friends or going to a club for a drink and some dancing, but the reality is very different. What the dance scene in Calgary really turns out to be is a meat market (singles scene). My Mom once asked me why I don't dance wth guys at clubs when I told her about us girls wearing each others wedding rings to try to avoid being hit on. I told her that if a gentleman asked me to dance and knew how to dance I would love that, but wha...
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