Those of us who have been in the swing dance scene for a while know the golden rule. We know it because we’ve betrayed it before and been burned as a result. It is easy to forget, and even easier to ignore, but it is one of those things that every person in a social dance scene anywhere should always keep in mind. You’ll probably discover how important it is sooner than you’d expect.
Rule #1 is: No falling in love on the dance floor.
For all we talk about ways to sweep our partner off their feet, or how to do that perfect step that makes them melt in our hands, we have to be able to stop ourselves from getting permanently lost in that moment. Dance floor chemistry is very different from real-life romantic chemistry. Just because you have a very intimate connection with someone on the dance floor doesn’t mean you’ll connect with them in any other aspect of life. You may discover that aside from dance, you don’t have a single thing in common with them. Dancers come from all walks of life, so don’t imagine how wonderful your life would be together just because the dip was perfect.
Don’t look at this as being expected to keep a professional distance between you and your dance partner. Swing dance is a social event. We want you to dance with a lot of different people, and to get to know the others in the community. Many of my closest friends have come from swing dance, and I make new friends on the dance floor all the time. But it should always be from the perspective of, “They seem like a cool person. I’d like to hang out with them outside of dance and get to know them better.” That attitude should always be encouraged. The thought you want to avoid is, “We dance so well together. We must be soul-mates.” Trust me. The odds of connecting that well with someone both on and off the dance floor are very, very small. It does happen, but not often.
Like I said, this is an easy rule to forget. Even after dancing for 9 years, even after teaching this very rule to hundreds of students, I still fall in love on the dance floor an average of 3 or 4 times a year.
I’ve had my heart broken every time.