Oh my, fasten your seatbelts.  This may get a little bumpy.  Sometimes my thoughts are so jumbled that I start one place, go another, and then hopefully finish up tying the whole thing up in a bow.  Well, that’s where I am tonight.  So, please bear with me. My 13-year-old granddaughter is an eighth grader in junior high/middle school.  She loves ballroom dancing, and is on her school team.  When I went to her Christmas recital, I saw some girls dancing with themselves in dances where others were with couples.  It was explained to me that there are not enough boys, or boys flake out and don’t show up and…