‎.. and then I got to thinking.. as I always do.. and likewise concluded the same. I was simply born the wrong time. I cannot dance with my generation because I don’t know these dances. I do enjoy feeling the beats. I enjoy moving to them but the steps I can’t say I know. I do, however, know many a step of former eras. A time in my past when I devoted to mastering the ballroom dance. Of course, they seem hazy in my head. Assuredly due to my lack of willing partner. (Aside, of course, from my mother who asked me to teach her to Tango; to which I aptly declined.) And I’m sure they’d all come flowing back through me with the proper melodies and the glisten in the right eyes staring back into mine, but there again, I’m simply showing my improper age, as I’m supposed to be part of the dim lights and overly loud electronic crowd. I’m befuddled that the fable I once dreamed isn’t the life I wake up to each morning..