You invited your best friend, Carlos, over to hang out with you. After a bit of chatting, you made your way to your record player and put on some Bauhaus.

You grabbed him by his hands and invited him to dance with you. While you may have been in your element, he seemed totally stiff--trying his best to mimic your movements to no avail.

He could tell he looked ridiculous, and gave up. With a nervous laugh, he scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I uh.. don't really know what I'm doing."