People have two left feet.

I have three.
Well ok the movements are pretty okay, but i'm terribly butter-brained. Spent my time at the Mass Dance half a beat behind others, squeaking 'Oh!', because i forgot the next move. It's funny how the initial akwardness of holding the hand of an opposite sex (a stranger no less) is forgotten once complicated dance moves involving twisting and twirling of both parties are forcedd upon us. Halway through one of the said complicated twirls, i accidentally whacked my partner. At the groin. I don't know who felt more violated and embarrassed, him or me. Probably me, because he didn't seem to realise it, so i feigned ignorance. I didn't know his name throughout the dance. It was only till the end of the day, i thought his name was Alvin. I was so proud of myself for remembering something.
The next day, i found out it was Eugene.
My partner's quite good-looking though. Kinda resembles that guy called nic from MiLuBing. Kinda. Any takers? *smiles sweetly at Jasmine.