Chapter 1: She's Going to Dance

Well here goes another night of dancing at Sundance Steakhouse and Saloon with my best friend Melissa. I thank her all the time for introducing me to this place, because I never really thought I would be able to dance with confidence. It brought light to my life.

Normally I go by myself and meet friends there, but Melissa decided she wanted to go with this time, even though she hates it. She hates dancing, country music and everyone there. She’s a city girl without a doubt, and bringing her always felt like I was babysitting her while trying to do my thing with my other friends (almost impossible). Oh well, I tried to make it fun for her, but she’d rather sit on the sidelines watching.

And just like every other time I went to the Sundance I wasn’t asked to two-step by anyone . . . at least until I was asked by the one guy that can dance. He took me out onto the dance floor making it seem like we were only going to two-step:

“Do you know how to swing?”

“No,” I immediately answered.

“Wanna try it?”

“Not really. Every time I’ve been taught, it ends badly,” I giggled off the embarrassment.

“I’m sure you’re not that bad,” he said, suddenly spinning me out. He started throwing me around the dancefloor. I tried as hard as I could to keep up without falling down. Part way through it I started to really like it. I wished I could know more of how of how to dance like this, but who would teach me? This kid? I’m sure after this dance we won’t ever speak again. That’s usually how it goes.

But later on I saw him standing alone during a really slow two-step, so I asked him to dance. He looked much taken back by my asking, but he accepted. He was a very gentle lead.

After that, seeing him dance with someone else hurt for some reason. It’s not supposed to hurt when you see someone else with the person you had two dances with. I don’t even know his name and I’m somewhat involved with someone else. I ignored those stupid feelings, but off instinct I asked for his number before I left. His name was Jonathan.

In the months that passed, I dated that guy I was involved with, and it ended faster than it started. I was able to pull myself out of the demeaning job I had and started one at a restaurant. I started my first semester of college with decent to good grades. I even met someone I really liked, David, and for a while he appeared to like me to. Things were looking good, until my aunt said they were expecting me to bring a date to their wedding.

My mind immediately shot to Jonathan, the dancer boy I had been talking to for a while now. Lord knows David would take it the wrong way if I asked him, and he’d say no. So, I asked Jonathan making it clear that a relationship would not come out of this at all. It was just a date to my aunt’s wedding. He accepted right away.