My first was an older man. He was patient. He taught me the basics and then showed me how to have fun. Then we did it again.
The second was a little different. He insisted that I should close my eyes, and that our center of gravity needed to be the same.
The next was exuberant. He threw me around a little, but in a good way. He later came back for more.
Then there was the engineer. Sort of nerdy, but in a cool way. Fast. Sweet.
A shorter man, with a warm smile. He introduced me to his friend...
A firefighter. Friendly. Flattering. Strong.
I went Zydeco dancing for the first time tonight. And my cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Oh, how I love New Orleans.