My thing was the music: I was a dancing machine. Sock it to me, Donna Summer! Let’s shake this place, Gloria Gaynor! Get down!
Now, this was the lad of a quarter century ago, okay? But I make no apologies. I loved the all-out dancing, and quite a few girls loved to dance with me. The dancing got me dates. The dancing said (since you couldn’t hear any words in those places under the rotating mirror balls), 'Hey, let’s have some fun and see what happens next.'
Even Catholic girls had their inhibitions lowered by the howls of the Bee Gees or Sylvester. A few hours at clubs like Septembers or Shenanigans and most of my dates wanted to extend the evening at their place or mine.
- From "The O’Reilly Factor: The Good, the Bad and the Completely Ridiculous in American Life" by Bill O’Reilly. 2000. Broadway Books. New York.
Thanks to Sweet Jesus I hate Bill O'Reilly.com for reading this book so we didn't have to.
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