Tonight I danced in the middle of a road. I was doing a round with A. from Brasil, who works as a night guard, and he found out that I don't know how to dance, so he offered to teach me. I was drinking tea, and held my cup up, trying to use it as an excuse . . . but he took it from me and tossed it to the side of the road, then took my hand, put his hand on my back, and said, "Okay-- two steps."
I think I need more people to do that to me-- take my excuses, toss them aside, take my hand, and say "Come on. Let's dance."
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