Allemande in the living room

I was thinking about slow dancing last night, and how, in the past, as an observer and sometime participant, it never made sense to me. The moving cuddle. A bit awkward. But then I met someone and we would slow dance in our living room and with that, the moving cuddle then made all the sense in the world. So it occurred to me how rare it is: to find someone with whom you make slow dancing make sense.