We were having supper with friends last summer. They wanted to tell us about there new home automated service. But soon, the conversation turned to the social dance classes that our friends Amanda and Marc were taking. I have to tell you that I dance about as well as a lamp post. In fact, it is not so much that I dance badly as the fact that I do no enjoy it. I've never been comfortable with dancing. I stand too straight, my body is too rigid, my steps do not follow my partner's. In short, I don’t get a lot of pleasure out of it. Getting back to Amanda and Marc; so I couldn’t help but notice that there seemed to be a bit of a fishy complicity between my wife and her friend. I thought Marc was on my side, but what a mistake on my part. He couldn’t stop praising the dance school and their teacher. I had the distinct impression that it was more him who was trying to get us into this mess. It didn’t make a difference that I told him that I had no talent and that my partners always went home limping on their sore feet. Nothing made a difference, he became more and more insistent. He told me that at first he danced like a stone, and stones do not dance very well. Today they regularly compete. He added that it had brought Amanda and him much closer. At some point I had to resign myself to go check it out. At the start of the new season, they hadn’t forgotten and reminded me of my promise. I couldn’t believe my eyes to see my friend Mark wearing a frilly red shirt and his very beautiful Amanda in a slinky bright red dress. On her feet she wore magnificent red shoes that made her legs breathtaking. My wife explained that they were tango shoes and nothing obliged us to dress like that for a trial session. So we now have a date next Sunday for our first cha-cha class. And to think that the only dance that I knew was the duck dance.