Want to see me swoon? Watch me watch others dance.
I love dance. But don’t think I am good at it when in an embrace. Can’t remember now who said it to me: “Will you PLEASE stop trying to lead.” Think about that sentence. First of all I wasn’t trying. Anything. Most certainly not trying to lead. Why would anyone (other than a man when dancing) wish to lead? I didn’t. Can’t help it. And it doesn’t work. No doubt there is a metaphor in there somewhere. One which, this minute, I don’t have the will to excavate.
It’s only Monday morning and maybe I shouldn’t allow my feelings to be extravagant: However, it must be quite wonderful to find one who leads naturally. Against all odds. Reference: Shoulder.
Don’t jump to conclusions. Next thing I know I’ll break my ankle.