Social Dance 180 has a certain reputation at BYU.
You don't go to dance if that's what you're thinking.
So I actually like to dance, and I actually enjoy being in that class.
I think I'm in the minority.
So the first couple days we learn about dance position, and how to hold the girls hand like a hangar, and how to put your palm on her shoulderblade, how she's supposed to put her hand on your deltoid, and you dance, it's not that difficult.
Looking at some of the girls I dance with, it's that difficult.
I have had girls put their right hand in mine, then proceed to place their left hand on my right pectoral. NOT ok honey. Really not ok. She claims she missed, I claim I was sexually harassed, nobody can prove anything. So we move on. A couple partners later, this other girl is squeezing the life outta my left hand. Like no more life is left, that is how hard she squozed it. Then, (to make things worse) she proceeds to grab my right bicep with reckless abandon and start squozing that too. WHOA HONEY NO SQUOZING IN THAT LOCATION. I gently and calmly corrected her horrible form, and put it back on my deltoid. She's a physiology major. You'd think she knows where the deltoid is, but no.
Don't get me wrong, there are some nice, kind girls in there, and all of them have sweet spirits.
But here's the deal, I need my space. I realize we're dancing together, I realize my muscles are nearly irresistably alluring; however, this does not mean touch them whenever you get the freakin' urge. Use some common sense, and Kailey... you are a kind person. You should not caress my face ever again. I realize I did not shave this morning, I realize you have not seen stubble in a month, no you cannot touch it, move along.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: IF YOU WANNA COP A FEEL, WARN ME SO I CAN RUN.
My name is Tucker Denton, and I approve this message.