It was Friday night and my friends and I were out celebrating the start of weekend. I approached a friend and asked him to dance with me.
"Sorry, I don't dance," he said with an amused look on his face.
I asked why not.
"I don't have rhythm," he said as if it was the most natural thing to say.
Fixing my eye on him I asked: "Do you make love"?
Apparently caught by surprise, my friend paused for a heartbeat and answered "of course."
I smiled not a bit too smugly and reached for his hand.
- Ariel Murphy