One of my most treasured memories - being complimented on how I look in tights in front of a class of leotard-clad women. Then going for a drink next door with five of them, all of us still in tights and leotards. Then walking one beautiful dancer home, tracksuits over our leotards and tights. Then looking through her leotard collection, borrowing one, and wearing it to the following week's class...and being complimented again, another drink next door, then home again...
