Silver was a dancer, a ballet and jazz and tap dancer. I say “was” because she doesn’t dance professionally any more but she is a dancer; she still dances.
I like dancers. I’m attracted to artists but particularly to dancers. Dance is the polar opposite of writing.
I have never danced but obviously I have danced, rather well perhaps, for someone without a lick of training. But I am not a dancer by any stretch of the imagination. I am an admirer.
I have seen, been to, watched a wide array of dances. None have ever made me cry.
Silver has danced with me but mostly she dances for me.