Since we’ve started smooth dances, I’ve noticed that I stare at Instructorman constantly. Smooth has made this more apparent to me because you’re supposed to do that elegant head-to-the-side-gazing-nowhere-joyfully thing, and I very rarely do.
Instead, I’m watching to see where his eyes go, in order to better judge whether or not he’s seen the various couples that may or may not crash into us. (Conclusion: Usually, he already has.)
I’m watching to see whether or not I’ve managed to do something passably. (Conclusion: Mostly pointless, because when I really do screw up, I can already tell. When I really don’t screw up, I can’t see his expression change much at all.)
I’m watching to see his mouth in case he says something. (Conclusion: This is a persistent conversational habit. I have difficulty hearing, and lip reading helps me discern what was said. In a typical conversation, however, you are usually more than a few inches away from the person you are talking to. Furthermore, if I do the correct head pose, he’ll be talking towards my good ear.)
I’m watching because not looking at the person you are dancing with seems weirdly distant. (Conclusion: Yeah, it is, but that’s part of the correct smooth form.)
I’m watching because I just can’t think of another thing to do with this freaking noggin on my shoulders. (Conclusion: Do something, but not that weird head ducking move from earlier this year. Don’t look at the floor either!)
And lastly, I’m watching because it’s a comfortable habit.
If I don’t stare at Instructorman, I immediately feel like a child stepping into uncertain territory – my person is smaller than I expected in a world larger than I anticipated. What am I doing, again? I was supposed to do this thing, yes? Maybe? Now I don’t know. Where am I in the space? Am I in the space I was supposed to be in? Where is Instructorman? In an instant, the familiar becomes strange, and I hesitate to act without guidance before me and stronger arms as a known limit.
I tell myself, “you are an independent adult who has moved on her own a million miles away from family and friends, no problem. You hold down a job, no problem. You even manage to clean and cook like an adult every now and then!” So why is looking away from Instructorman so dang weird?