A Story

When I was in college, the ballroom dance club on campus was very popular. I’d grown up watching old Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies, so I started to go to the meetings–and I absolutely loved it. The dancing was fun, the music great, and the people I met there all friendly and fun and nice. For the most part. There was—

Okay, I really don’t want to be mean, here, but I am completely unable to think of a nicer way to put this: there was a certain contingent of creepy skanky older men loo