I am not a good dancer.  I realize this.  It’s okay.  My dancing does not bring joy to others and as a result, I shall give them the gift of no dance from me.

Case in point, I once danced the Electric Slide at a work event.  I was so bad that others were left wondering if I desperately wanted to keep my job or desperately wanted to get fired.  Hard to tell, but it was bad.

Well, on some occasions (weddings and the like) some dancing is appropriate.  That’s when my “one dance” philosophy kicks in.  I shall dance once, people will realize that I should not dance, and all will be happy with just the one.

By the way, what does it look like when I dance? A friend put it best, “Steve Martin.” Yep, sort of a hopping and hands flailing sort of thing.  Dangerous for all around me.  Plus, I throw in sort of a self spanking move.  Nice.

One dance?  Only one dance?  Yep, that’s just about right.