unless their lives depend on it college, where we'd been for almost two years2dance.3
Afterwards.4I made sure to wear comfortable shoes to the first meeting5until the instructor finally started to lead us6but the place was so packed that I would've needed a stepladder and binoculars to see her.7
insight8kids are9out, and after10things, like the11weren't my only problems:12 my friend got married. I'm And I also know a lot of knock-knock jokes about math!1415
A Van Full of Nerds
They say boys won’t dance , but in my case all it took was for this girl I had a major crush on to start a ballroom dance club
near the end of our sophomore year in Since I’d been hearing for years about how impossible it is to get boys to
hypothesized that no guys would show up except total nerds who couldn’t find any other way to
interact with girls. this category included me as well, but I figured that maybe out of all the nerds I’d be the coolest one.
So did lots of cool kids, and lots of people in between. Pretty much half the school showed up, actually. I wasn’t the only one who had a crush on Emily, so I guess lots of other guys had the same idea. And as for the girls, well, they never need an excuse to dance. Guys and girls switched partners every few
minutes through the basics of several dances that I’d heard of, but knew nothing about, like the foxtrot, rhumba, and cha-cha. Emily was way up at the front of the banquet
hall somewhere, For some reason, I bothered attending the next few
meetings, and I noticed an odd : there were fewer popular kids there each time.
The funny thing about popular terrified of doing anything that isn’t popular. So when they noticed that there were also nerds at the meetings, they figured “Better safe than sorry” and stopped coming. Since I wasn’t cool enough to have a reputation to worry about,
I stuck things a few weeks I was practically the most popular guy there (or at least, the least unpopular).
My plan to get closer to Emily would have worked
perfectly if not for two fact that sophomore year ended and I had to wait out the summer, and the fact that Emily had decided to take her junior year abroad and wasn’t there anymore in the fall. But this
disappointing turn of events by this time, the club was ready to start attending ball-room dance competitions, and somehow, I was one of the best dancers and felt too guilty to quit!
For the rest of college, I spent one weekend a month driving to some stupid dance competition in a van full of nerds. If you’re about to enter college yourself, heed my advice: never join a club for a girl, or at
least make sure that she isn’t about to disappear to France for a year.
Anyway, at least now, when the only guy at the wedding who knows how to dance.