Blame my relatively conservative Midwestern upbringing, but I'm not much of a dancer. I occasionally feel the urge—if I'm at Studio B or Home Sweet Home, or I've had a lot of scotch—but for the most part, I prefer to do my flirting off the floor. My whole family is that way. Relationships have nearly been terminated due to our collective aversion, as in: "I don't think it's... More >>>