You know what would be really cool - just taking secret dance classes then when you're in the club in Cuba and someone asks if you dance and you say yes and then break out some incredible latin dance moves. Like all of the footsteps and the holding your hands up together and whatnot. Oh this? Oh it's nothing I'm just like a professional dancer. As you shout olé and dip them then chuck them about or whatever. I'M SPINNING YOU AROUND IN A CONTROLLED MANNER.
@TheBreadmonkey Was in a talent show on holiday once, and this middle-aged chap stumbled through ‘Mack the Knife’ during the auditions. Then in the actual show, he came out like the reincarnation of Bobby Darrin and really played up to the crowd - turned out he was a professional lounge act.
Nobody thought he was cool - they thought he was a colossal dick.
@TheBreadmonkey actual self brag: I used to play bongos pretty well, and I went to Cuba, and at the little music bars I would ask the bongo player if I could sit in for a song. They would look at me and laugh, but then I’d surprise them by being reasonably competent.
@TheBreadmonkey A pal of mine was a 6'4 ex-squaddie who did more-or-less exactly what you describe to impress a lady he fancied. It didn't work (he was awkward around women!) but he kept up the Cuban dancing anyway and after enough beers would occasionally bust a few moves in Revolución de Cuba in Birmingham.
He was juuust good enough at it to raise a few charity cheers. 🤭
Oh how I miss those days...
The side effect of course would be that every person who dances with me would unfortunately immediately fall in love with me
@TheBreadmonkey somehow the compulsory dance classes at school didn't have that effect. Nor my first 3 Tai Chi classes. So rude.
But Ben, everyone* is already in love** with you.
*people in the fediverse
**find you reasonably pleasant
