I'd like to meet:
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A DANCER WHEN......you automatically start coreographing whenever you hear music....your dance teacher has set up a bedroom for you in the studio.
...you sit in a straddle strech while watching TV or reading....your calf muscles are bigger than those of the guys in the varsity football team....you name your dog tutu instead of toto....you hear Nutcracker music playing at the mall and start getting butterflies....you can't resist doing grand jetes down an empty hallway or grocery isle....every handrail you see is transformed into a ballet barre....your hair has a permanet crease from wearing it in a bun....your worst slouch is an average person's best flat back....you have more dance clothes than regular clothes....your bedroom is arranged to provide the largest open area possible....you sleep with your legs turned out....you use more rosin than soap....you're not allowed to wear makeup to school yet, but you're a pro at putting on false eyelashes....when snapping a photo of friends, instead of saying "say cheese," you say,"5,6,7,8!"...your joints crack loudly enough to be mistaken for gunfire....a pedicure takes two hours....you stand in fifth position while wiating in the lunch line....you've forgotten what it feels like to wake up in the morning and not have sore muscles....you tape and re-watch episodes od "So You Think You Can Dance."...for you, legwarmers were always in fasion....you know exactly where psoas is, but have never taken an anatomy class....you've come up with at least tree other ways to wear tights besides on your legs.
