You Dance--I'll Just Watch

Found this email, sent to a girlfriend a couple of months back:

Hi,
Yes, we are still going to our swing dance classes each week. They make us rotate partners and the class is really big so I only get to dance with Paul once or twice each class.
Other men I have to dance with:

1. The 7 foot tall man: Since I stand almost 4'11", I eyeball his belt buckle. It is awkward for us both.

2. The elderly man who comes to dance class as part of his physical therapy and smells very bad. I admire his gusto but I would pay him to shower before class.

3. Mr Compliments. Last week I told him he looked nice and he told me I'd looked nice about 4 weeks earlier when I'd worn a black dress & heels.

Paul is no luckier. He gets:

1. The lady who pulls her long sleeves over her hands so she doesn't ever make hand to hand skin contact.

2. Ms. Know-It-All: who, last week, told him he was doing the step we were learning "all wrong".

3. The girl who told him to quit talking because she had to count.

I still haven't decided whether I like this class but Paul just loves it. He gets in the car after each class and writes down all the steps and then we have to practice every night. Our living room furniture has been moved up against the wall for weeks. And now he's found utube video of more dance moves, so he stands in front of the computer screen and teaches himself things that we have not learned in class. Three days ago, I pulled a calf muscle because he wanted to experiment with Charleston steps in which all one does is hop on the toes and kick, kick. Two weeks ago, I went to the doctor for a pulled back muscle.
Love you,