A life time of doing nothing had started to take it's hold on Dave, and this year, at 15, probably saw his weight peak. He didn't check the scale, but certainly over 13 stone. He spent as little time in front of a mirror as possible, but looking back at the pictures of him around that time is freightful.
It was not the best time to start noticing girls and left his confidence shot.
He was awful at all things sports, always had been. "Fun" activities were often far less fun for the guy certain to be picked last and laughed at throughout. Doing them less, of cause, made things worse.
Towards the end of the year, however, he finally found his excerise.
Dance.
Dave originally started dancing because he just couldn't stand drinking, at all. Hated the stuff. But with everyone else getting drunk, he wanted to fit in. How better to seem drunk than dance around like you don't give a damn?
Funny thing was, he soon discovered he didn't give a damn. Dancing around like a madman was fun. It very quickly became his only real reason for going out. While everyone else was sitting around like a bunch of bores, downing glass after glass of foul tasting awfulness, Dave generally had a whole danceful to himself.
Happy days.
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