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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.