"Do you dance?" he asked.
"What do you mean, like in general?" I asked. "Yeah, I dance."
"Do you dance to this kind of music?" The music playing was 30's, 40's & 50's swing, jazz and blues.
"No, I've never danced to this."
He extended his hand, "Shall we?"
After the Holiday Shops Opening event, that is how I ended my Thursday evening in Bryant Park under a crystal clear sky and waxing gibbous moon. He looked harmless enough, Ray did. That's his name. Ray. I didn't get a last name. Black gentleman of 60. He led me through the basics of the Lindy Hop and foxtrot. An audience formed, some snapping photos of us. When I caught on to the steps, he added kicks and spins. "Some times the man flips the woman over his head..."
