More than one blogger has noted that I’m not a great dancer. I don’t dispute that. But I also think it’s an unfair generalization. When it comes to slow-dancing, it’s my view that I’m actually quite gifted. And when I’m slow-dancing, unlike most things, I don’t go halfway. Nosiree, I go all out!
Not only are my steps dull and methodical, not only is my embrace feeble and weak, but I actually slow my core metabolism down to a significant degree. In such situations, it’s not uncommon for my heart rate to drop down to two to three beats per minute. True story: on at least three separate occasions my partners were convinced I had died in their arms. They all found it rather unsettling and deeply creepy. Not me. But then again, I am a true, hard-core romantic. A proverbial knight in shining armor – that’s me!
