Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Dancing King


I take a Zumba class at the gym (Zumba is a latin dance/aerobics class) every Monday to add some fun into my 'weights, cardio, weights' routine.
The class is filled with females except for one older man who is my favorite.
Let me try and paint a picture of him: picture a wealthy man in his 60's, the type of man who would own a yacht and frequent the opera. Now picture this man with dyed reddish hair (or a really good toupee) and a spray tan...sort of a wealthy Miami man. Now take this wealthy bachelor out of his Armani suit and put him in a pair of gym shorts and a cycling shirt.
He waltzes into class a little late every time, takes off his shoes and socks (why? no clue, he's a mystery) and he joins in the dancing. The reason I like this man is because he is the only one in the class who does not follow what the teacher is doing, instead he floats around waving his arms with his eyes closed as if he is having the time of his life.
I don't think he's ever gotten a step right, and yet he is having more fun than anyone else in the class.
I hope I learn to dance like no one is watching by the time I reach his age.
Sheer fabulousness.

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