We were listening to some Bob Dylan over breakfast. Out of nowhere he jumped up from the sofa and danced around the room whilst pulling his hair, shaking his head from side to side and shouting “Yes!!” For 3 songs solid. When I asked what he was doing, he said: “It’s how I express myself when I’m happy, and if you don’t love my dancing then you don’t love me…”

–Guys Shouldn’t Bounce

Aftermath: I ended it soon after via email. Mean, I know. But if that was his ‘happy dance’ I dread to think what being upset would do to him.

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