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I was in a big group of people today, and somehow we got onto the story of how this other guy & I went to a Zumba class recently. I got talked into it, but I said I'd go, so I showed up. As it turned out, we were the only two men in the room. Oh, and the way the class was taught, it was definitely aimed at women, so there was a lot of hip movement & booty shaking. It was definitely an interesting experience, let's just say that.

Anyhow, back to today's story. This one lady heard about this, and she immediately scoffed, "Really? Sam danced? I'd like to see that. I didn't think that was possible." She's a bit of a jokester, so it wasn't malicious. I laughed, but I was going to let it slide.

Another guy I knew overheard this, and *he* decided he wasn't going to let it slide. Ergo, he fired back with, "Ha! Sam can dance, trust me, he can get down."

Now, I appreciate the effort. And we've both headed out to clubs in a big group together, so it's not like he's just making stuff up; I can dance enough to get by. But as a heterosexual guy, the last person I'd want to defend my ability to dance would be another guy. Seeing as how I'm used to dancing with women, the compliment just rings hollow.

What's more, had the lady been so inclined, she would've had a new avenue with which to tease me. That's practically the definition of a Pyrrhic victory. *sigh*

Luckily for me, that's where it ended. Still, I think I'm going to have to get even with this lady. I take my role as karma facilitator seriously. =p
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