Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for February 04, 2023

My parents made me take ballroom dance lessons in the 7th or 8th grade. I wanted to stay home and watch Sea Hunt.

I’m with him. Wouldn’t want to go dancing either.

I might suggest to my wife that we go dancing some night, if for no other reason than to get that “Are you crazy?” look from her that I know so well.

He doesn’t even dance when nobody is watching.

I’ll let Seinfeld answer for me on this one. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MmMUWMCh7U

That middle school trauma and PTSD never leaves you and resurrects at the most inconvenient times.

I love to dance. Had a date who went to a dance with me, then never danced. I said, that’s like going to an amusement park and not wanting to go on any rides. Had that happen once, too. Thank God I am married and left the craziness of dating behind.

I once danced like nobody was watching, but somebody WAS watching. They thought I was having a stroke and called an ambulance!

The young lady of my first dance regretted saying that to me.

Where ever you are, I am soooo sorry.

I only belly rub.

Um, dude – aren’t all 7th grade girls mean?

YMCA dance…it’ll come back to you like riding a bike.

Or the chicken dance.

A t-shirt slogan I’ve seen a few times adds a qualifier: “Dance like nobody who can have you committed is watching you.”

I’m a lousy dancer.

You too?……

The spinning silver ball and strobe lights at discos makes everyone look like a great dancer.