Two Hundred Sixteen

Posted on August 4, 2015 by John Swinburn

I envy people who look graceful when they dance. A genetic flaw, I am convinced, is responsible for my awkwardness when I try, and fail, to dance.  But, then, that awkwardness may be more obvious when I dance in public places or, for that matter, anyplace others can see me. When I’m alone, I feel much less awkward; but I can’t see myself. I suspect I look just the same as when I dance in public.

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2 Responses to Two Hundred Sixteen

  1. John Swinburn says:
    August 4, 2015 at 8:07 am

    Three scotches are required to make me think I dance well; four will make me believe it!

  2. jserolf says:
    August 4, 2015 at 5:45 am

    I have odd sized feet when it comes to dancing, so that one is always stepping on the other or, if not that, then someone else’s. Mind you, this after several courses at some Autry dance studio.

    Best to simply have a scotch, but never more than two. You’ll dance better, or at least will think you are. 😉

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