I've also started taking Zumba classes twice a week. It harkens back to my days as a dancer, although with much more jiggling.
My normal Zumba instructor is a dude who kicks my butt with some fun routines for an hour. But last Tuesday? HE. WASN'T. THERE.
There was a substitute Zumba instructor. And she had her heart set on bonding with me.
Every few minutes she would make eye-contact with a class member, head their way and give them a high-five or a pat on the back or simply jammed with them. Ok. She's friendly. I'm sure that comes in handy sometimes.
I was one of the first people she singled out. About 15 minutes into the class she headed my way and jammed with me. Okaaaaaaaay.
But apparently our jam-session was so mind-blowing that about half an hour later she approached me once more and held my hand while we zumba-ed together. DOESN'T SHE KNOW I HAVE THE WORLD'S LARGEST PERSONAL BUBBLE?????
I was so weirded out that I immediately excused myself for a drink from the bubbler and then slunk to the very back of the room where she would hopefully leave me alone for the rest of the class.
It's called a bubbler. Not a drinking fountain. Not a water fountain. Bubbler.
Fortunately I was able to get through the rest of the class without any touching or eye-contact or any other weirdness.
But dear-almighty-god-in-heaven let my normal Zumba instructor be there next Tuesday.