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I'm a guy, and I took some dance classes in college. That was okay, but nobody dances like that at clubs. To borrow a phrase, my dancing resembles an octopus falling out of a tree.
Which is why I despise it. The absolute worst situation of all is at something like a wedding, or a charity function, where some pushy broad keeps insisting that you dance with her, when you haven't had nearly enough to drink.
Maybe I could find an artificial fever blister and glue it on for special occasions like that.
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