Well, I told my girlfriend I would give it a try.  She wants us to learn to Shag.  It looks like an easy enough dance.  My problem is I gave up dancing because for some reason I’m not real talented at it.  I can play drums and did so for some thirty years, so it’s not a co-ordination thing. 

I think what has me kind of leery at this point in my life is that I’m sixty and haven’t considered attempting hot footing around the dance floor since I was sixteen.  Why, you say, don’t you give it another try now?

Okay, here it is.  I went to a local club with my girlfriend where a beach music style band was playing one evening and the music was great.  But to watch a bunch of people my age dance like they were sixteen made me push my little plate of food away from me and stick to the beer.  I needed more beer just to make these people look like they were close to good.

To watch an old woman with breasts that could be tucked into her jeans isn’t so adoring.  Nor is an old man whose testicles probably are keeping time with the music against his knee caps as he swings and sways to the beat.  Now this picture I have here doesn’t resemble the people I just described, but you can imagine that some forethought needed be considered before they looked like they needed worming. 

So, should I make that attempt?  Maybe so, but please let me look more sophisticated.   I don’t want to embarrass my girlfriend.