Those guys (and Baryshnikov for that matter) have nothing on this dancing machine. He has a mullet now, but refuses to cut his hair because he can refuse. He likes to say that if the mullet ever comes back in style, he's set and all the other poor fools will have to wait months before the hair grows out. (So, at least he's not taking this all too seriously). I was worried because, before the dance, he was actually letting me "teach him" how to dance salsa. Well, after just three short lessons with me, he could pace back and forth muttering "one, two, three, rest" - and he did this with absolutely no grace,style or enthusiasm. I can see that I should have just let him be, because it turns out that he dances a mean "jig."
But, how could I let it be... It was the first time in MONTHS that he was willing to acknowledge that I might have something to teach him. It felt sweet for those few minutes...
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