I usually despise reality television. Even shows like The Biggest Loser that help achieve their goals. My distaste is based solely on the voyeuristic aspects of reality television. Frankly, it’s really a personal thing and I understand the appeal for others. But there is one reality show that I almost wish I could write and produce and air – for no other reason than I would love to drag my husband into it.
Since I likely won’t be getting producer credits anytime soon, I present to you my reality show. I’m going to call it Dancing with the Spouses! . I’m inviting you to try out in your hometown today. Whether you are right-footed, left-footed or flat-footed, if you are married and you are a little bit adventurous, Dancing with the Spouses will have you swooning into each other’s arms.
What do you need to do?
Take ballroom dance lessons with your husband or your wife. That’s right. Ballroom dancing lessons is where you can learn to do the Tango or the Meringue or the Fox Trot. You have an excuse to get dressed up and dance with style, with flair and with more than just a little romance. You can laugh together. You can twirl together. You can do it together.
The attraction is real people taking real chances with the only real reward being real time with their real spouse. There’s no bonus to a flagging star’s career and no professional dancers strutting their stuff. You’ve got 45 year old accountants and 30 year old housewives along with mechanics, Wal-Mart employees, businessmen, businesswomen, mothers, fathers, gardeners, landscape designers, writers, musicians, teachers and computer specialists.
Do I like this idea because I want to get my husband onto the ballroom dance floor? You betcha! But I also like it because there is something beautiful, erotic and innocent all at once when I think of ballroom dancing.
You see, my husband won’t dance and I had to drag him out onto the floor for our wedding dance. I’ve always loved dancing. I love music. I love moving to it. I dance around my house when I’m cleaning. I dance in the car when I’m driving. I dance with my daughter. But I never get to dance with my husband.
Six months ago, he told me that he would take ballroom dancing lessons with me. I don’t think he could have floored me more if he’d said he’d won the lottery! I asked him what brought on that offer. He said it was simple; he’d been selfish because he thought he looked stupid when he danced. He didn’t know what he was doing. But he wanted to learn – he wanted to dance.
He wanted to dance with me.
We haven’t signed up for our class yet – but we’ve checked out a couple of schools and we’ve resolved to make the time before September. When our wedding anniversary rolls around – he is going to hold out his hand to me and say “May I have this dance?”
So join my reality show today — Dancing with the Spouses. Who better?