Dancing with the Obese Hello everyone, I am studying at university, and as an avid fan of coupled dancing, i attend a weekly ballroom dancing class. now, contrary to popular belief dancing is not as slow and steady as some would have you believe, in fact, one can work up quite a sweat if one does faster paced dances such as quick-step, or even a waltz to a fast beat can be quite draining after doing it for a while.  It was after rotating partners for the first hour, i finally had what was quite frankly, the most unpleasant event of the year for me; i had the immense displeasure of dancing with an obeast. now, though she was no ham planet, she was at the very least a mini moon, and anyone who's ever danced with the obese surely knows how awful it is to be paired with such a affront to the usually graceful form of a dancer.  now, i can forgive sweating after/during a dance, this is only natural, however, pairing this with the horrible texture of this obeast made this situation a hundred times worse.  Allow me, dear reader, to describe this to you in as much detail as possible. Imagine trying to lead what could only be described as an elephant calf around the room, with her clumsy feet thudding along the floor as if she were trying to create t-rex-like ripples in the nearby lake through use of her feet alone. her arms were like grasping large oily bags of flesh, much akin to taking hold of two large slugs and squeezing tightly, until the slime and juice were to leak in-between one's fingers. All in all, it was quite unpleasant. However, as the old adage states, it gets worse before it gets better. usually, at the end of a sort of 30 -60 second section of music, we rotate partners, in order to give people the chance to dance with as many different individual styles as possible, which subsequently makes one a more adaptable dancer. Mini-moon, however, decided that she'd had enough moving around, and, as the sometimes unnecessarily polite Englishman i am, did not confront her on this, but disappointingly resigned myself to the fate of an unpleasant evening, and a long hot shower thereafter.  To my great delight and surprise however, this was not to be. For suddenly, this absolute angel entered my space and requested me as a partner, forcing Mini Moon to scuttle an find some other unfortunate soul to wrap her tentacles around. I felt as if i had been dragged out of the mud and into the arms of the goddess Aphrodite herself, for she had the grace and finesse a dancer should have, and face to match. I never got her number, but if she's here on this sub-verse and is reading this, i am eternally in your debt.  If there are any fellow dancers on here, have any of you encountered a similar situation? how did you avoid it? TLDNR: Don't dance with fatties folks