You, my good sir, must have quite a way with the ladies. Oh, I know what you're thinking. "Why, yes, I do! After all, I have learned how to jitterbug. And bonus- I'm wearing a vest!"
All right, so ya know how to move those feet. Good for you. Though to be fair, Douche, your overall competish is a sea of middle-aged, classical music-loving museum patrons sporting ill-fitting Dockers.) Your shit ain't that hot! When you were reviewing your outfit in the mirror before a "night on the town" (impromptu swing dancing in the front of a history museum) I bet you thought that vest would be the deal-breaker for potential dance partners. You just knew they wouldn't be able to resist. Seriously, though, you're decked out like you gotta hit up your wait-table job at the clubhouse after this. Sir, may I have another apple martini?
Yeah, and props to random guy trying to show you up with his dance partner. By that look on your face, you're not havin' it at all. "Why, this is my dancefloor, dammit! And boy howdy, look at me go!"
Well Swing D, you're certainly making Couple-to-Your-Left look bad. Now while they look like they're begging for death while they perfect the "creepy sway," you are swirling and dipping like nobody's business. Right on!
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