His one eye is twinkling at me, daring me to reach out and caress him with my anxious fingers. I can even see my reflection in the shiny surface of his eye. I not only feel but see my fear and intimidation.  Yes, he is mocking me. Taunting, sneering. I refuse to back down but yet doubts  about dancing with a new partner, learning a new body with different needs and desires … the doubts consume me. Swallowing my apprehension, I wrap my fingers around his neck and look for a subject to shoot with my new camera.