I wish I could dance. I can’t, of course, but that doesn’t stop me wishing. I don’t know if you’re a Frank Zappa fan, but if you ever heard the song “Dancin’ Fool,” you’ve had a musical description of what I would look like if I ever went near a dance floor. I think the song goes, “one of my legs’ shorter than the other and both of my feets too long.” Nope, I’ve really got no coordination or rhythm at all my friends. It’s too bad, too, because the idea of working up a sweat on the dance floor with a beautiful lady sounds just as much fun as fitness dating.

What’s that movie with Al Pacino? Scent Of A Woman? I saw it again a little while ago. There’s a scene where the blind, old and bitter Pacino sweeps a complete (gorgeous) stranger off her feet because he can still cut a rug. I would do anything to be that suave. I wish I had that kind of dating style.

Now, few of us can walk through the world looking as cool as we would if we had a script written perfectly for us and a host of choreographers to train us. Still, even without all the aids, I think being a good dancer would definitely make my life more exciting.

I imagine dancing is a great ice-breaker too. There is a lot of physical contact that’ll help a new couple get over that weird awkwardness. I even think that taking some dancing classes would probably be a cool date idea. Sure, you might look a little goofy, but that’ll just keep everything light and funny.

I’m really trying to talk myself into this idea. Maybe I should just get over my complete lack of rhythm and grace and learn to dance. What’s the worst that could happen? You know, beside breaking limbs and damaging innocent bystanders. I think I’m still a bit too chicken, but that shouldn’t keep anyone else from putting salsa dancing or a night out at a swing club right up at the top of their list of ideas for a fun date. If you’ve done it, drop me a line below and let me know how it went. I may only be a few encouraging comments away from a life lived on a dance floor.

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