A combination of my innate shyness and inability to dance probably cost me the chance of meeting more women than I have done to date. Do you know how hard it is to meet women if you can’t dance? That whole clubbing arena wasn’t open to me as a younger man with my awkward limbs, and what were often trousers in a state of disrepair, restricting my movement.

Here’s the thing though. I don’t care too much. I never liked dancing. I’m too serious for dancing. Even if I could dance, I don’t think I could find the facial expressions that would correspond to each specific dance move. An expert could probably teach me how to dance, I don’t doubt that, but from what I’ve seen on TV and elsewhere, they never really focus on the dancer’s facial expressions. Being able to get the requisite facial expressions to fit in with specific dance moves is important, surely.

I know there are facial expression recognition experts out there, but they’d have to liaise with your dance instructor and that’s all likely to get too expensive. And quite simply, I’ve just never felt the overwhelming urge to dance. I’m a low key guy with a love of books and coffees and curioisty for all things dermatological. I would rather know how to cut skin growths out of people with limited equipment than be able to throw shapes and pull faces that are far removed from my everyday limited facial expressions.