I've decided that there's such a thing as a 3-minute crush. And it is by definition completely innocent, so this is only a mini-hijack of this thread, I hope. I went to two socials this week, very different venues and dancers. At the first, I was asked to merengue by a man with serious neuro/psycho challenges (autism? Aspergers?). Generally, I'd run screaming rather than merengue at all, nor do I want to do the work involved to social dance with someone who cannot make eye contact or small talk. But I had a ball. He only knew two steps, but he led them beautifully, kept the beat perfectly, and was having a great time. So *I* had a great time. Seriously. Couldn't keep the grin off my face if I tried. He felt like the most wonderful man in the world, for the duration of the dance. The 3-minute crush! At the second social, a very high-level leader asked me to dance. Y'know, one of those guys who competes and places really, really well? That kind of leader. In spite of the style challenge (I'm a smooth follow, he's a standard lead) the same elation kicked in, even through my errors. But he was having a ball, so I was having a ball. He felt like the most wonderful man in the world, for the duration of the dance. 3MC. You know when you're at a social and dance with a stranger and he's doing his favorite dance, you can always tell? He catches fire, and so do I. 3MC! The ancient of days, who hasn't danced since his wife died, but gets out on the floor and shows a follow a stomping good time? 3MC! I'm enjoying this enormously, needless to say. So, did everyone else already know about this, and I'm late to the party?