Swing low, sweet chariot

I went to a swing dance class this evening. It was fun, but I didn’t really care for the instructor. He went fast and seemed to assume everyone had a photographic memory. Plus it was crowded. I’m an introvert, so I don’t like crowds. The instructor was apparently oblivious to this because he was teaching moves that took the dancers all around the floor.
Luckily, I only saw the first part. A friend then helped me cover the basic things I should know. I still haven’t gotten it perfectly, but I am learning.
I have found that when dancing in a crowded area, it is the people who know what they are doing who are the most annoying. They will happily go all over the floor and get in people’s way. And because they are putting on a great show, it isn’t their fault, because they own the floor. The newcomers will just stick to their small area of the floor, do the basic steps and try to stay out of the way.
It was a nice group. Very welcoming and it was easy to ask girls to dance.
And yes, I did dance with the hottest girl in the room.