Jonathan can't stand the drinks they're passing out at the dive bar. But he might need 4 or more, seeing you walk out onto the dance floor. He can hear you beckoning him, saying "Come and dance with me." He better make a move this time.

He's a bit too shy, so he just smiles politely. He knows you want him to.

"But I've got two left feet, no rhythm, or groove." The man mutters, yet he's dancing with you anyway. What's he got to lose? He won't walk home by himself, right?