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When I was young I was a socially-inept wallflower -- fulfilling the stereotype of the typical MIT student. I did go to the Student Homophile League / GaMIT dances, but didn't dance. A few times at Harvard I was dragged out on the floor and gave it a shot, but I didn't feel comfortable being so visible. I danced a bit at some of the clubs (like the 12 in Boston), but it never became a big part of my life, and after 1982 or so I didn't dance again.
Paul is a dance fever boy from his earliest out days. He's talked about how much fun he had, and I wanted him to enjoy it on the cruise, so I put myself out there.
Well, things have changed a lot since I was a boy. Many of the people out on the floor are actually in groups, in a circle, talking and socializing as they dance. In some cases they order drinks to be delivered while they dance. One idiot broke a glass on the floor trying to boogie while drinking. Then there were the singletons -- one creepy drunk kept shadowing me, trying to bump up against me -- we moved away, and each time he gradually followed until he was with us again. Finally we left, reentered from the other side, and lost him. Blech.
Another oddity is the singleton photographer. Wiggling slightly, edging toward anyone he wants to capture, snapping, and moving on. Not as bad as creepy stalker guy, but still annoying.
I really enjoyed dancing, for the very first time in my life. We will try to get out to some suitably retro and furred event sometime.
Paul is a dance fever boy from his earliest out days. He's talked about how much fun he had, and I wanted him to enjoy it on the cruise, so I put myself out there.
Well, things have changed a lot since I was a boy. Many of the people out on the floor are actually in groups, in a circle, talking and socializing as they dance. In some cases they order drinks to be delivered while they dance. One idiot broke a glass on the floor trying to boogie while drinking. Then there were the singletons -- one creepy drunk kept shadowing me, trying to bump up against me -- we moved away, and each time he gradually followed until he was with us again. Finally we left, reentered from the other side, and lost him. Blech.
Another oddity is the singleton photographer. Wiggling slightly, edging toward anyone he wants to capture, snapping, and moving on. Not as bad as creepy stalker guy, but still annoying.
I really enjoyed dancing, for the very first time in my life. We will try to get out to some suitably retro and furred event sometime.
