Do you love me?

I’m guessing that the 1950s and 1960s were simpler times.

The lyrics go, “Do you love me now that I can dance?”  Yep, life was so simple.  But, is it really true that actual ‘love’ would and could be switched ‘on’ (or, conversely, ‘off’) by the ability to dance?

The ability to dance appears to indicate in itself the compatibility of that dancer to be that wonderful husband, father and all round partner forever and ever.  Erm, how?

We measure life skills by the ability to dance?  Or is it the flashness of the car the fella is driving?  A man with a very impressive motor car obviously has all the qualities needed to provide a secure environment for his potential mate and their offspring?

Actually, it’s the clothes he wears, isn’t it?

No?

Well, the popular music culture of the 1950s and 1960s seemed to be all about those simple things that could make or break the long term happiness of the woman judging the man by them.

It would be quite sad if was real.  I guess a very large number of superficial relationships were born of this measuring yardstick.

These days relationships are more likely to be born of lust.

In many ways, basing a relationship on lust makes far more sense than basing it on the ability to dance.  Assuming the subsequent marriage is to survive, and both parties are sexually exclusive to each other (other agreements / arrangements are available) then you need to know the sexual chemistry is there.  That’s why ‘trying before buying’ and ‘test drives’ are so important.  Imagine just buying a car on looks, and never having actually driven it?  Well, you just wouldn’t, would you?

Since by far the larger number of marriages collapse than survive, and there are huge numbers of failed marriages where they remain together but can’t stand each other, we really do need to admit that love shouldn’t be based on the ability to dance!