Dancing with the Pretty Girls
I think about life a lot differently as a 42-year-old man than when I was younger. Junior high dances come to mind, particularly where there were two groups of guys: those that dance and those that don’t. The proverbial wallflowers found their place outside the dance floor. As a fine young cannibal, a good rule that my dad taught me was to dance with all the girls because it was the right thing to do and it let all the girls know that you wanted to dance. My real goal was to be dancing with the pretty girls. […]