I can still feel your heat beat fast when you dance with me

I must admit, in the last year or so I have become quite anti-dances. It could have something to do with the kind of guys you can meet there, or the awkwardness that can occur, but I have become increasing more reluctant to go. Unfortunately...or perhaps fortunately...because of my job I have to.

And sometimes I hate them. I don't really like dancing...because I fail miserably. I like ballroom, but I can only do well if I'm dancing with a guy who can lead...which happens about as frequently as my dad's favorite team winning a football game. Next to never. Slow songs...well they're awkward. Young guys, creepy guys, guys who have amazing personalities behind the Umm...yeahs, and guys that probably have amazing personalitites, but should also buy deodorant. And then there's that awkward song where you don't dance, but the majority of people are. Or the awkward moment where you've been dancing so much you don't want to anymore and the girl you're talking to hasn't been asked to dance at all.

You get my point. Dances can stink.

But. There is one reason to like them. Probably more than one, actually, but this is the one I'm going to focus on. You know the moment in the movies where the girl looks across the dance floor and sees the perfect young gentleman at the same moment that he notices her? Reference to West Side Story, Cinderella, A Cinderella Story.....I'm sure you can come up with many more. Those moment may not always happen in real life...but there is something to be said for the idea: spending a slow song (hopefully a very LONG slow song) in the arms of someone for whom you care very much,

And that is the reason. Because dancing close with someone you care about is sweet. It's a chance to talk privately...sing...dance...basically enjoy being alone together in a room full of people.

That's my star today, as I head off to another dance tomorrow. That there is always that one guy that makes the rest of the awkward ones worth it.

If My Heart Were a House, Owl City