The 3-Inch Lead

The woman looked up at me, and my only thought was, She doesn't blink. She was dancing in blue jeans and heavy white socks and had a silver nose ring and lacy tattoos up her arms. The soft helplessness of her belied the aggressiveness of her skin art. The hardest thing for a woman to do, I told her -- she didn't blink -- is to follow. Find a stillness as you wait for the man. You will find it in long stretches of split seconds. She nodded and was game to try. The second hardest thing, I said with a laugh and looked down, is to lead wearing 3-inch heels.