Today there were two events that would cause one to question my manhood. They occured within about one minute of each other.

1. My friend Alan was quite shocked that not only had I seen Strictly Ballroom, but could quote it with accents and all (both Spanish and Australian!) and poked him in not only the chest, but the forehead as well.

2. Just a few seconds later Alan was talking about how pop songs can be changed slightly to fit various styles of dancing. He couldn’t remember that horrible song from that horrible movie Titanic. Sadly, my desire to show off my wealth of knowledge won out over my need to recover some of my hetrosexuality.

So I feel I should add something here just so the ladies don’t think I’m ’safe’. Then again, maybe they’ll be attracted by the thought of my being off limits. Plus, if the girls think I’m gay they won’t think twice about changing in front of me. Maybe I can even wrangle an invite to a slumber party / pillow fight / mixing alcohol with truth-or-dare party.