"Do you twist?" he asked.
"Uhm, excuse me?" I had begun to seize in mid step.
"I'm talking about the dance darling," he replied as if speaking to a half retarded child.
"Oh!…..uhm….yeah, sure," I said, stupidly relieved.
"Then follow my lead."
We brought down the house. I was dancing with a man, a man larger than myself (and I am no lightweight), a man larger than myself wearing a sequined dress lip-syncing to HELLO DOLLIE (the Pearl Bailey version). We were attending "drag night" with friends at a local bar. He complimented my dancing. My wife was duly impressed.