Brits and cowboy boots
I joined a new line dancing class today.
Saw the notice on the bulletin board, noted the time and showed up and told them I wanted in.
The bulletin board said that the teacher is a bloke from the UK.
I hoped he would be young, fit and witty.
Yes, shoot me. I don't know why I'd think that.
The instructor turned out to be a bloke from the UK, yes. Young, no. Fit, quite. Witty, not by Brits standard. He had proper cowboy linedancing shoes and God Help Me, cowboy jeans.
I don't know why it even crossed my mind to want him to be young.
A young, cowboy jeans wearing, linedance fanatic, BRIT is not an appealing thought AT ALL!
Tsk Tsk. I think I'm working too hard.
Saw the notice on the bulletin board, noted the time and showed up and told them I wanted in.
The bulletin board said that the teacher is a bloke from the UK.
I hoped he would be young, fit and witty.
Yes, shoot me. I don't know why I'd think that.
The instructor turned out to be a bloke from the UK, yes. Young, no. Fit, quite. Witty, not by Brits standard. He had proper cowboy linedancing shoes and God Help Me, cowboy jeans.
I don't know why it even crossed my mind to want him to be young.
A young, cowboy jeans wearing, linedance fanatic, BRIT is not an appealing thought AT ALL!
Tsk Tsk. I think I'm working too hard.
