I first fell in love with dancing while I was watching Gene Kelly. But my firm conviction that dancing with a partner must be the most wonderful, most exciting, most romantic thing possible was solidified by watching Dirty Dancing. Patrick Swayze had a lot to do with that. Sexier than Scott Hastings, with a magnetic charm all his own, he made defying your family and friends to run off with an itinerant ballroom dance teacher look like a viable life choice. I mean, heck, wouldn’t you? Is there anything the man can’t make look good? I mean, look what the guy does for a mug of Pabst:
I rest my case. Patrick Swayze is apparently God.