Ravings of an Intermittent Fool

So I was out at a club last night. I mostly spent time enjoying my drink and chatting with friends, but the DJ started playing a beat that just called out for me to dance. I should stop and say I am very free form in my dancing "style". I'm not slick or smooth by any stretch but if the mood is right I can get uninhibitied. I like to think that I what I lack dance wise, I make up for in enthusiasm.

So with that said, I think I made a hit. Shortly after I started dancing, I heard some shouting and cheering from girls around me and several took turns dancing with me. Then a hot girl approached me while dancing. I was rather impressed. Her first words were, "Have you seen Hitch?" I was taken back by this at first. I answered no. I thought she mistook me for some club regular that would know the whereabouts of this other regular named Hitch. That all ended when she started describing how a character was using "making a pizza" as a metaphor for dancing. Then it hit me. Hitch wasn't some hipster it was Hitch.

Then it really hit me. This movie was all about a white guy who in part danced so bad he needed professional help.

Ouch. I get the hint now.