Okay, I need to be a bit nicer in this blog in case any of the guys I talk about actually find out. I'll begin this now and edit some things from previous posts...
I had to dance with the grossest guy ever (I'll start the nice thing after him). He's gotta be at least 60 years old, has a white dude fro, has horrendous breath, is a terrible dancer, and stares at all the girls while giggling. I just want to punch him.
Preppy Guy (who has not been in class for a while) is back. He's one of the guys that I would go out with if he asked. He didn't ask, but he did go out of his way to tell me goodnight and the reason why he was leaving class early.
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