"Was it (dancing with a man) all that bad Victor?" he asked me.
I had to be hones with him and with myself. "No, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I told him. It wasn't either.
"Want to try again?"
Yeah I did. Dancing with a man and letting him lead wasn't bad at all. David and I had quite a few dances together, then the dance floor got more crowded and we didn't have the room to stand so far apart. I had both hands on his shoulders: he had both hands on my back and he held me up close to him as we swayed slowly to the music. It was too crowded on the dance floor so we returned to our seats.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy dancing with me," he dared me.
"Okay. I didn't enjoy dancing with you at all," I said.
"You're lying and you know it."
"Of course I'm lying. I just told you what you wanted me to tell you."
He laughed.