Shall We Dance !!

So this Guy walks up to the Gal and asks her ‘Would you like to be my partner?’ She accepts, and they become partners for the dance.
The dance starts with the American FoxTrot and they have a ball of a time. They realize how well they blend, how perfect they are for each other, how they move together so gracefully with such charm and finesse.
Then suddenly the guy decides to change the music and switches to some waltz tracks. He happily starts leading the girl and she obediently follows. But after a few rounds she starts to tire of being lead all the time. She has been a solo dancer most of these years, choosing her own moves, so now she gets nervous at dancing to someone else’s tunes. The result - she starts her own moves and tries to lead the guy.
This poor chap can’t for the life of him understand what exactly is happening. She is suddenly the boss, trying to guide him, stepping on his toes, entering into his space. Their earlier graceful movements now start looking as jagged as the writing of a pen with a rough nib.
This change of power is too confusing for him; he starts feeling claustrophobic, so he changes the music to his favourite heavy metal numbers and joins his male friends in the head banging moves they enjoy best, leaving his female partner all to herself.
Totally upset and frustrated by her guy leaving her alone while he thrives in his male bonding, she suddenly spots one of her ex – dance partners at the far end of the room. Wanting to taste sweet revenge, she ambles up to him and with a flutter of her eyelids, cajoles him into accompany her in the next dance. She then cleverly changes the beats from rock to salsa, not only since she and her ex can rock the dance floor with their salsa moves, but because her present guy does not know the A to Zee of this dance.
Should I even mention how furious he gets at seeing his girl dance with her ex on tunes they know best? He can’t even butt in since he would just make a fool of himself, not knowing which leg to move first to get the dance started. He knows the only way to get her back is by offering her something she just can’t resist.
So, he changes the music to the ever graceful Cha-Cha-Cha, puts his ego aside, walks up to her and requests her – not only to join him in this dance but also to lead him in it, since he is still rough at the edges for this particular sequence. Now this is an offer she just can’t refuse. I mean imagine finally getting an upper hand over him. So kissing off a good bye to her ever mystified ex, she leads her guy on to the dance floor and the born leader in her takes over.
Do you think this will last for long – oh no, the guy just cannot control the growing agony of his ego while he is being stared upon by his shocked male comrades. “Man, I’ve got to do something”, he thinks to himself, “which lets me lead here and at the same time does not arouse the demon in her”.
So finally, he cleverly changed the music to their favourite Jive beats which lets him lead and does not threaten her dominant spirit. And they thoroughly enjoy the rest of the dance.

When someone asked them to give a name to this entire sequence of tunes where the most important deciding factor was who leads whom, they both smiled and said
‘We call it Marriage!!!!’