It's been discussed to hades and back why they don't, so why do we dance? At the top of the list I'd have to say I dance because I love making a woman smile. And through dance I did just that. I brought a woman from the brink of tears to smiles at tonight's social. She got really frustrated with herself at the end of a foxtrot (or was it tango?) and as I was leading her back to her spot she started negging herself for the way it ended. Just as I was about to leave her with a laugh and better-luck-next-time smile I heard a quiver in her voice and saw the muscles in her face twist as she tried to hold it back. Not even the promise of a beating with a crow-bar could have made me simply abandon her there. Before I could think of the appropriate response, it was presented to me. As I took on an expression of concern and empathy a Meringue queued up. (Thank you, God!) Holding eye contact I coaxed her back onto the floor with, "let's make up for it with a dance where there is no 'wrong'." I worked what little charm I have through the silliness of "the cruise ship dance" until she came back around. That smile was worth every sacrifice I've ever made for ballroom.