The Attraction of Dancing

I'm pretty flexible when it comes to attraction. My physical, mental, and personal requirements for a crush of the opposite gender are very loose, most of the time. But there's one thing that's always got to be there. The boy's gotta dance.

Now, to make this easier to understand, I've put the entire male gender into three categories: the non-dancers, the good dancers, and the bad dancers.

The non-dancers are a moot point here, because I feel that if he refuses to dance, if anyone refuses to dance, then something's wrong there. While I can accept the idea of emotional imbalance in a relationship, refusing to dance is an indication of something too big for me to handle.

Now the good dances… plop one of those boys down in the middle of a good floor, let him do his thing to any groove you can think of, can you can count of the fact that I will be watching.

Pair us up, and if he can lead me, show me where to go, when and how, without speaking a single word to me, then I'll be in love…until the song is over.

Watch the dancers, talk to them. You'll find a good sing number can be and entire date. A salsa can be foreplay. A truly excellent tango, as some girls say, can even be better than sex.

Then there's the last category: the bad dancers. Now I have nothing against these boy. In fact, they make up my favorite category. The good dancer are pretty to look at, but like satisfying a lust, they're often enjoyable and rarely meaningful.

No a bad dancer is something very different. I'm not talking about the big egoed ones who think they're in the second category and spend all night doing things that are painful to see. No no, I'm talking about the ones who feel they can't dance, but do anyway. I'm talking about the boys who aren't afraid to get out there with me, because that shows something about them. A part of their personality I really like.

See, cause, I could fall into lust with a boy who can dance, but I could fall in love with one who's not afraid to.