Today after a ballet class, another dancer who took the class
came up to me just to introduce herself, compliment me, and chat. I
thought she was in her 20s, and though in my experience women don't normally just strike
up conversations with strangers for no reason, she was very friendly, so
I talked to her for a bit. When she asked how long I'd been dancing
and I responded over 20 years, she was shocked. Turns out she thought I
was a teenager… and she was actually 15. We were both off on the other's age
by about 10 years, and I've been dancing longer than she's been alive.
So what I got out of this:
A. My moisturizer must be really good.
B. To kids, taking a ballet class together is all the foundation you need to start a friendship.
C. My conversational skills are much better suited to teenage girls who wear fuchsia-colored leggings than they are to adults.
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