My father often told a story of his youth in which he saw a beautiful young girl standing by herself at a dance in El Caney and invited her to come out and dance with him only to realize as she accepted that she was severely lame! At this point it was too late to back out of the offer and the couple began to dance awkwardly. My father strove to hold the young woman up so that she would not stumble and fall. This required him to grasp her in a manner that made her nervous since her mother watching her for the sidelines.