Picture it: Pine Grove, Louisiana. The year is 1986. A clueless divorced man stumbles into a world he never knew existed: aerobics class.
Stacy: I’ve always been the practical one in my friend group. Level-headed. Responsible. Cautious. Until the day HE came into my aerobics class…
Jessie: After I got divorced I decided it was time to get back into shape. I’d let myself get a bit soft over the years I was married. I was lifting weights at the community center when another guy said that aerobic exercise was the key to burning fat. When I saw a sign for Aerobics class, I figured that was the ticket. Until I walked into a room full of women wearing brightly colored tights and leg warmers, bouncing around doing complicated routines.
At first, I thought I was in the wrong place, but when I see my totally bodacious instructor Stacy, I know it was meant to be. I’m knocked right on my butt, and it’s not just because I tripped over my own feet doing the grapevine step. It’s love at first sight for me, but unfortunately, the feeling is not mutual. Yet.
I’m never going to be a rock star heartthrob, but you can bet your Walkman that when the music’s over, Stacy is going to be Jessie’s Girl.