I wish I could dance. I can't, of course, but that doesn't stop me wishing. I don't know if you're a Frank Zappa fan, but if you ever heard the song "Dancin' Fool," you've had a musical description of what I would look like if I ever went near a dance floor. I think the song goes, "one of my legs' shorter than the other and both of my feets too long." Nope, I've really got no coordination or rhythm at all my friends. It's too bad, too, because the idea of working up a sweat on the dance floor with a beautiful lady sounds just as much fun as fitness dating.

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