Picture a hopeful romantic strolling into a Friday night line-dance class, convinced that this country-style two-step is the perfect shortcut to meeting cool new gals. The singer quickly discovers that most of the students are named Yolande rather than Stéphanie — code for “the golden-age crowd.” Instead of flirting, he pivots to perfecting the Honky Tonk and Cowboy Boogie, shaking his hips like a prize racehorse and racking up contest trophies.
What begins as a quest for love turns into a celebration of unexpected friendship and self-improvement. Surrounded by his spirited, silver-haired dance partners, he learns to bake cookies, simmer stews, and play cards, all while strutting in crocodile boots with a “virile sway.” Love might have slipped through his fingers, yet he emerges as the undisputed king of line dancing — proof that the best rewards sometimes arrive when our original plans take a hilarious detour.