It starts with a girl, as many of my stories do. I was just out of university, working at a museum, and a cute girl there with whom I'd been flirting asked if I'd take a swing dancing class with her. I may have only heard the "with me?" part but certainly said yes. We took classes at a little dance studio outside Baltimore. I stuck with it and she did not. Over a decade later, the Lindy Hop has run me ragged in good ways and bad but has never left me. I think I chose well.