I don't like dancing. I wish I did. Nobody has more fun at a party than the dancers. I just don't feel it. I like music, drinks, laughs, and friends. I'm in awe of talented dancers, captivated by passionate dancers. Show me a lousy dancer with a big smile, and I'll show you someone comfortable in their own skin. Nothing but respect for the dancing fools. But out on the floor, I'm a fish out of water. Even when I've drunk mine, yours and the next guys share...it just ain't there. Is there such a thing as chronic white-boy syndrome? It's not that I've got two left feet. OK, I do, but that's not what keeps me in my chair. Every wedding, someone takes the challenge to drag my ass out there. I'll go through the motions for a song...maybe two... waiting for IT to hit. Still waiting.