I use to love to go out and do the fast dances, and even the slow ones. I was never really good at it, but I tried and I had fun. I didn't do as bad as Elaine on Seinfeld, but I was about average or lower. Think, white girl has no rhythm. So what stopped? I don't know, as I look back at it. I guess it was when I went to work, at the nursing home. My days or nights off, which ever I was working, had a lot to do with it, It took 6 weeks to get a weekend off. And there was so much more I rather do than go to a bar and dance/Cis, From A Simple Mind. More here.

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