You'll have to go to Bilerico tomorrow after 10:30AM to find my response to the following:
Dear Father Tony
My steady boyfriend is a man who can’t dance. He won’t even try to learn how to dance. I dragged him onto the floor at our club just once. His face was so sad I gave up after a minute. My mother always said (not to me specifically) “Watch out for the ones who don’t dance.” I love to dance but I’m falling for a man I’ll never dance with. Should I run the other way?
Fred no Ginger
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