Country Dancing
This is the story of another man I landed in one of my
many dance classes. We danced, we talked. I left the studio and never
thought about it again. One day we walked out of the dance class
together, chatted until it was time to part ways, and then he asked for
my number. It was like having a light-bulb go off in my head. Oh, hey,
wait a minute, he might like me. I think he's going to ask me on a
date.
Cool.
He really liked me. We
went to a country dance club, he held my hand on the way in. It may not
sound too intense to you, but for me hand-holding is serious stuff. We
danced, we went out back to cool down because it was stuffy. We
talked. It was not altogether an awkward date. He dropped me off at
home.
This relationship I made awkward. I decided I
didn't like him—which for me just means awkwardness is going to happen.
I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to talk to him, I avoided
him for the first few classes after the date. Um, yeah. Botched that
one. Oops.
