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Saturday night the girls and I went to our favorite night club to get our groove thing on. We do this about every two weeks or so, or whenever the mood hits us. I think that I have very unique dance moves that several people wish they had. I mean why else would they be staring at me? Well, the night was coming to an end when a gentleman came over and started dancing with me. He wasn't on top of me, or even picking me up so I welcomed him. In fact, it was quite fun. That's when the girls started cracking up and let me know that he has the same dance moves as me....we were made for each other! Then he spoke. He asked me what my name was and I had to ask him 3 times to repeat the question. It wasn't because I couldn't hear him over the loud music, but because I couldn't understand what he was saying. My perfect match couldn't speak English!! Only me I say, only me. Then I got thinking about it, would it really matter if we couldn't speak the same language? We could communicate through dance!!!