The scene at a recent square dance in Vancouver, BC.

The first time I ever square danced was in Hope, British Columbia.

This was a good six or seven years ago while I was attending a canoeing skills camping weekend retreat with a group of friends.  I’m as outdoorsy as the next person, but not specifically into canoeing.

Rather than a desire to perfect my J-stroke, I recall my decision to tag along having more to do with FOMO and, if I’m to be honest with myself, the possibility of meeting new people (read: single guys) since the present object of my affection – who was also in attendance and a skilled canoeist – couldn’t care less about me in that way.

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