<a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/P4120007.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-5182" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/P4120007-225x300.jpg" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a>No, not <em>that </em>kind of swinging.  Get your minds out of the gutter, people!  :-D

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I took a swing dance lesson.

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David aka Captain Adventure has been trying to get me to the place where he swings for YEARS!  I finally acquiesced on Day 198.

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Have you ever taken a dance class?  Did you know that you are required to dance with complete strangers?  Even when they are sweaty, stinky, old enough to be your father, and have a death grip on your hand that causes a sprain.  (Unfortunately, I am not exaggerating.)

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The Sprainer in Question showed me his signature move of "Traveling Pattycakes".  I felt like I was Samantha forced into dancing with The Geek in <em>Sixteen Candles</em>.  Although this Geek was trapped in a 70 year-old's body.

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Honestly, I don't enjoy strange men touching me.  Call me crazy.   This is why I quit my Fred Astaire ballroom dancing teacher gig right out of college.  I lasted two weeks.  (My mother was relieved.  She didn't like it one bit.)

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I finally rebelled and thrust myself upon David.  He's my friend, and I figured I could hog him for the night if I damned well pleased.

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Speaking of "friends", when the instructor talked to David after I left and found out we are "just friends", he asked for my digits.  Curioser and curioser indeed.