Zumba lesson tonight

Zumba gave me self confidence to dance the tango with a señorita in Salta, Argentina

Zumba lesson tonight at 6:30! Last night at rehearsal I spoke to a fellow singer, a tenor. Our chorale practiced at Lincoln Center auditorium, on the other side of the wall from where P. and I had gone to Zumba for years.

He said he went to a Zumba dance lesson once, but quit because he felt uncomfortable being the only man in the class. I told him we’d gone to Zumba for well over a year and I was usually the only man. He suggested that I was secure in my masculinity. Actually, I doubt if anyone really is. But this is not a confession.
My friend Ron said other men might just be jealous of being in a room — a gym, really — with so many women. I wondered aloud what my marine drill instructor would say if he could see me at Zumba.
Ron, a pulmonologist, said the DI might well have died of emphysema or lung cancer by now, or even old age because of being older than I am. I said I was not wanting to think about them further.