We met at a swing dance class

“We met at a swing dance class. For the next two months, we spent a lot of time together: we went out for drinks, went to music festivals, went for walks around town. But nothing was happening. Not even a kiss. It was driving me crazy. I was always on the phone with my friends, trying to figure this guy out. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Then one night I pulled out all the stops. I cooked him a five course meal, we drank a lot of wine,
and we ended up on the couch together. But still nothing!”
“I realized after I left that night that I probably should have kissed her. Something about the look on her face. But hey, I’m a modern guy. A woman can make the first move. Plus my last relationship had hurt me a lot. But I made up for it two nights later. We went out to an Italian restaurant for her birthday. And one of the waiters gave her a birthday kiss. Then suddenly four more waiters are giving her birthday kisses. And I’m feeling a little jealous. And I’m drinking a lot of champagne. Then after dinner we went out to a club. And ‘Promiscuous Girl’ comes on by Nelly Furtado. And I’d been practicing my swing dancing. So I twirled her around like this. And then boom.”