Like a lot of people, I had a pretty visceral reaction to lindy hop. A deep feeling of, “Yes, this is exactly how I want to dance.” After that, lindy hop and everything attendant to it–the people, the music, the attire–has been an ever growing obsession. I don’t have the best memory, so it is hard to recall all the of moments when I fell a little bit deeper in love with the dance. I do have a few that come to mind.
Once, a couple months into my lindy hop experience, I saw a couple dancing balboa. I was such a newbie and had zero frame of reference for what they were doing. I could only put it in my box of “Things that Are Not Lindy Hop.” It took a couple of false starts, but now I love balboa. I also owe a huge debt of gratitude to the leads that stuck with me as I was learning. Without them, I doubt I would have learned the dance because being a tall girl in a beginner group class wasn’t ideal for me.
I heard fellow follows say, “Oh, my husband must dance.” My internal response? Sweetheart, you are limiting yourself to a fairly limited pool of possible applicants. My only rule was that guys I dated had to be fine with me going out dancing. I instated this rule after I had a jealous boyfriend. I found myself limiting how often I’d go out dancing and that was not cool. On the flip side, I dated a guy who would come out dancing with me but never danced himself. He just wanted to be social and meet my friends, which was fantastic.
My courtship with Craig became serious pretty quickly and we were engaged for months without telling anyone. When it came time to select a ring, we both wanted to be sure it wouldn’t interfere or cause pain while dancing. To accomplish this task, we were not above pulling out a couple of sugar pushes in the jewelry store. We settled on a band with a series of stones set flush in row. My wedding bands remind me of Craig’s love, of our commitment, as well as our passion for lindy hop.