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Dancing, or to be more precise… hand-eye coordination.
I fail at most DDR (dance dance revolution) attempts and the best grade that I’d ever scored is.. urmm.. D. And that’s like the easiest song. No rhythm, no grooves in me.
Maybe that kind of explains why I still have not pop my clubbing-cherry.
I certainly don’t want to be seen as an awkward penguin flapping around the dance pool.