I’ve only noticed in passing that I am not a very willing dancer. At any given party, when the dancing floor becomes the focus of the celebration, I am still more likely to be found at a seat by the table, hopefully with a similarly-minded friend, spending time in idle banter.
(Natasha – who loves to dance – suffers for it, of course, but she’s learned to cope. She joins friendly circles for fast tunes, but more often than not has to sit down for slow ones, when everybody on the floor breaks into boy-girl pairs. Some of my best friends always have my back by inviting her to the dance floor for a slow dance. Their significant others, if not otherwise occupied, would normally use the opportunity to come over and have a drink with me.)
There are a handful of tunes, though, that would get me out of my seat and onto the dance floor any time they are played. They are not necessarily my favorite songs, per se, but something about them inexplicably makes the idea of dancing temporarily enjoyable. Must be some suppressed teenhood memories of waiting for a slow number to get to hold that one special girl close in my arms…
This is one of them.