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So last night I went to the Rock It Grill for karaoke. Before you ask, I was amazing. The Fugees never sounded so good. You're welcome, world. 

There was, however, someone who had an even better night than I. Or, the loneliest existence ever. That man: red shirt polo guy. 

At first, red shirt polo guy was your average lonely bar dude. I thought he was pretty cute (naturally with his unusually large nose, enormous eyes and awkward composure). He would stand on the dance floor, watching the karaoke singers, appearing to look around for someone who never came. THEN.. the dance music came on. 

Red shirt polo guy was in his element! He danced with a new girl during every song, and not just typical guy dance moves, oh no. There was back to back, frontsies to frontsies, even butt to butt. The ladies seemed to be enjoying it. Kudos, red shirt polo guy. 

When the dance music switched back to karaoke (songs ranging from Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" to Journey's Wheel in the Sky"), red shirt polo guy would look around for his next victim. OR.. winner. 

So here's to you, red shirt polo guy. Keep dancing. Maybe next time you'll even sing a few karaoke songs. We'll be waiting.