There was a small hootenanny last night, and I bore witness to the wrongs in life. Not in the ways that you would expect. For even though it was line dancing and two-stepping it was still a line being drawn with the dating pool and a sadness for men. The women were on the dance floor waiting for partners, not for life, but just to have fun with and to see the boldness of the boys awaiting. Boys that would see a small cave as a place to conquer and know inside and out. Boys that still seemed afraid of cooties. The girls were out to have fun though, no matter how silly they looked. Don’t misunderstand me, they danced to blow off steam and to have fun, but the other half of the species saw this and made a resolution to not look silly. The girls and ladies begged to be played with but even though they looked so only the odd embolden man would go out and play. But perhaps his movements on the dance floor helped encourage others to move forward. One man being silly seemed to be the trigger for others to also look silly. 

On another observation, when two stepping did take place, the girls really did need to stop trying to control the situation and follow the man’s lead. Too many times I saw that the girl tried to take the lead, but according to the laws of nature that are hardwired into every person. Men lead the dance and the woman must follow. Even the best lady dancer should follow the man’s lead, even if she must coach him through it. Sounds like a contradiction, but when men are eased into the lead the most intricate dances become easy. The man should be the lead because he has the strength to show off her grace, to show off the spins and dips.