Shall we Dance?
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Posted:Feb 16, 2020 11:33 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2020 12:18 pm
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After days of corresponding via email and , the anticipation for our first meeting has caught up to me as I approach. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, my palms sweaty and heart racing. You’re taller than I expected. I’m glad I didn’t shy away from my 3-inch heels—an automatic response from someone five feet tall, really. Mind racing as I inch closer with every step. Will you for a handshake, making my sweaty palms quite awkward? Will the encounter be as relaxed as our virtual conversations? Will the banter be as witty? Will you think me as beautiful in person as you claimed my photo to be? Will your voice be pleasing to my ear? Please God, don’t have an unpleasant voice, diction, accent!
Oh good, you’re smiling. As I arms length you outstretch yours and I accept your invitation with a warm familiarity and a sigh of relief. “Do you want to take a walk and find some place for dinner?” you ask. A stroll seems awfully sweet after a warm embrace, and yet the nerves and tension are still palpable. You brush up against me as we walk and I wonder if you’re testing the boundaries of physical touch, or you simply lost your balance. Is that your attempt to hold my hand? Offer me your arm? Or simply create room on the sidewalk for others to pass you?
Dinner is relaxed and natural enough. No need for small talk, after hours spent in online exchanges. Did I just catch you sneak a glance at the purple lace peaking of my blouse? I suppose I can’t be mad. There’s a reason this is my favorite push up. Your smile is electrifying—the way your eyes light up when you show your teeth. I want to be just witty enough to catch a glimpse of it. But I’ve run of time, it seems, as the check arrives and we start for the door. I wonder if we both eagerly await the next step as we your car, when you ask, “Do you like to dance?”
“I love to dance.”
“What type of music do you dance to?”
“Oh, it doesn’t really matter. Hip hop, R&B, EDM, Salsa, Merengue. You pick.”
“I know just the place.”
“What kind of a club is this?”
“It’s a karaoke studio. That way we get to pick the music, and have the dance floor to ourselves”
Oh wow, that grin. Sly, mischievous, inviting. I like it. The room is small. Couch? Dark? Disco ball? What exactly did you have in mind? And before I could ask, I felt your hand take mine (finally), and fingers brush the small of my back. I feel your warm breath on my forehead as you lean forward, “Shall we dance?”
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