I love my swing dance club. You know I do. The prices are reasonable, they have student discount, and the music is awesome (although, sure, it's not a live band, but did you see how much you paid to enter?). Most importantly, people there are here to have fun, not to show off (although some of them are very, very, very good), so they don't despise you if you're a beginner. They might even compliment your hat.
Hat tip to the hat, young lady.
I was there yesterday and I had a blast. We decided to be prodigal and attend the class that is offered before the dance, and I learned an awful lot for such a short forty minutes. We stayed for an hour and a half after that and I danced almost every song.
On one of the few songs I did not dance, I was leaning against a wall, watching the good dancers and making faces at the people I knew (a very dear occupation of mine), when this guy came up to me. He must have been in his seventies. He introduced himself and started talking.
He said it was the first time he came here, and did I come here often, and he was new to the area, and he heard it was a good place to meet people, and oh that's a pretty ring, are you married or engaged?
Seriously? To a woman who's a third of your age? To a woman who's a third of your age, clearly not your typical Orange County trophy wife wannabe (about which, excuse me if I digress, but eww, eww, eww!), and to whom you've already given the exact same speech about it being your first time here and you being new to the area nine months earlier?
I don't think so.
