Ballroom: Dancing with everyone
Dancing with anyone who would have him, he certainly didn't mind. But there was no real desire to stay, no desire to do more than smile. He didn't want to hear life stories, though he was told many of them. He didn't want to do anything but move to the next partner. The next partner that would be the one he was looking for. He knew the partner was out there, they'd danced once or twice already. Not tonight, but before, and he was still looking now. After all this time.
His feet were aching, but he paid it no mind, as long as he kept dancing, and moving from partner to partner he'd find what he was looking for. And this time he wouldn't let it go. He bowed with a charming smile at his last partner, he made a cheeky remark about coming back for seconds that made the woman, it had been a woman that time, smiled and wave him off flirtatiously. He turned then, hand out for whoever was waiting next, or whoever he grabbed first - he wasn't picky.