So it's really awkward when you pick up Pole Dancing for shits and giggles -- and a few weeks into it you find esteemed colleagues, teachers, and business associates from your job or other... hobbies (shall we call them) IN your pole classes. Second point to mention: You call these individuals "madame", "ma'am", "Doctor", or "Mrs. So-and-so" while at work or endeavoring your... hobbies... and in your pole classes you're supposed to refer to them on a first-name basis. OK, I can deal with that. In fact, I've become sort of, friends with these women since we've taken pole classes together. I cannot, however, deal with now being comfortable addressing my new friends as Cindy, or Nikki, or Mel when I see them again in the original, professional setting and accidentally calling them by their given names. Talk about "WHOOPS!".
Anyway... on a positive note, my workshop with David Owen was torturously awesome. I was so scared during the first half hour of the workshop, but David boosted my Ego for the last hour complimenting me on my strength and control for dismounts :) The personal attention this man gives you is unbelievable. The bruises are killing, though.
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