...and not all the time, but more often than I ever dreamed, it is like this:
A gorgeous French Woman wearing a sleeveless dress with horizontal black and white stripes and a flapper-bob hairdo approaches you and asks you to swing dance to Duke Ellington being played live by a 14 piece jazz band in a loft in Long Island. She reads the expression on your face and says, "Don't worry, I will follow everything you do flawlessly and you'll be great, as long as you commit." And she reads the new expression and says, "Just commit" and "no" isn't an option but the song ends when you get on the dance floor, and then you are hanging with people who really like you and that you really like on the second floor, and then the music starts again and you go upstairs wondering if the moment has passed but then song #2 post break happens and you make eye contact across the room and she points directly at you and you go to each other and god damn it you have a good time dancing and twirling her and doing all these things that she is actually doing, but she is gorgeous and French and her sleeveless dress has horizontal black and white stripes and her black hair is in a flapper-bob and the announcer said, "this is a romantic song" and she looked at you and said, "Romantic" and that is how you dance.
I never dreamed it would ever be like this. But there we are...
I never dreamed it would ever be like this. But there we are...