My first Dance Ever

My first Dance Ever

 

Hello, I bow and ask, may I have this dance please.

I hold out my hand (taking a chance).

 

I apologize I will start from a beginning.

In my life, girls then and now women, have not noticed me or at the best, they see me as the last man they would ever want to be seen with. I am shy at best and have had little to be confident about. At least that is what I was told; by friends.

Therefore, I will try to explore what it would have been like, had I saw as the person that I could have been, to the ones who thought of me as merely a friend or not thought of me at all.

Holding out my hand, (nervous) may I please have this dance?

You smile and take my hand, (beam inwardly for not being turned away).

 

You reach out your hand and I take it in mine. My heart beats from the tenderness of your touch and the smile in your eyes. I lead you to the dance floor. I stretch out my hand to the height between your elbow and shoulder. I place my other hand just above your hip (just like the Waltz classes in High School.)

Placing your right hand in mine, and your left hand on my shoulder you giggle. I blush “Is it something I did” I ask nervously? You shake your head no. I lead off as the music Starts and you follow so gracefully that I do not fear stepping on your toes.  

As we dance, I try my best to keep from crashing us into the other couples on the dance floor. While we dance, you coax conversation from my lips. You smile and say, “You’re easy to talk with.” I lose myself in your words and graceful movements on the dance floor.

After the song ends, (too quickly, I sigh to myself) I lead you to your seat and thank you for the dance. I had decided it is best to retreat so you do not have to make any excuses for not wanting me around for the rest of the night.

As I start to release your hand and go, you squeeze it gently and ask if I would get us something to drink. Blushing I nervously ask, “Um… what would you like to drink?” You smile and say, “You decide, I’m not good with deciding things like that.”

I walk over to the drink table, (Almost running) and look at the selection. Thank God, there are only two kinds. I get one of each and walk back. As I approach my heart sinks, you are laughing at another boys jokes. I turn and walk out the doors and sit under a tree with both drinks in my hands.

Looking up at the half moon sky, I decide that tonight was a good night. After all, you did finish the dance with me, and that is more than the other girls have done in the past. I sat there remembering every word you spoke, and how you moved so gracefully, making me feel as if I were dancing with an Angel.

You walked over and sat down next to me. Your hand brushed against mine as you reached for one of the drinks. I looked over at you. You smiled and said, “Where did you go?” I blushed and turned away, “You seemed busy and I didn’t want to disturb You, you were laughing at that boy’s joke.” “Don’t be silly he is just a friend” you said smiling. As you leaned back against the tree, your shoulder touched mine. I sat up straight, you must have noticed because you pressed your body closer to mine. We sat and talked for the rest of the night, under the tree and the half moon sky.

As the sun came up, (Far too quickly, I thought) I asked, “Are you going to get in trouble for being out all night?” You smiled and pointed to a car, “My dad’s been here all night.” All of a sudden, I had an overwhelming urge to run, even in lump in my stomach wanted to get out of there as fast as my feet (That would not move now) would carry us. You took my hand, “its ok you can stay he doesn’t mind. We sat and talked for a while longer.

You squeezed my hand and looked down at the ground. The smile was now gone from your face. Quietly you spoke, “I have to go now, today is moving day, and I won’t be back.” I took your hand in mine and kissed it. You leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I stood up and helped you to your feet. Those 20 feet that led to your dad’s car, felt like 20 miles. I cherished each painful step.

After we got to the car, we looked into each other’s eyes. You turned to the car as I opened the door for you, (Opening that door was the hardest thing I ever did). You turned around, gave me a tight hug and kissed me on the lips. Without another word, you got in the car, and I closed the door. I could have sworn I saw a tear roll down your cheek as the car drove off with you in it.

I did not move from that spot for a long while. How could I? I was, frozen in time.

Just as you had promised, you moved away that day. I wanted to run to you and spend the last few minutes of life with you, but I could not bear the thought of saying good-bye to you again, not in the same day.

Whenever I see a morning after a half moon sky, I find myself standing and watching you drive away in your father’s car.

P.S. Thank you for the first, and best dance of my life.

Reviews

[dw817]

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Ron, while I can't say first-time dates of mine have been much better, it was a little cruel of her to tell you that she's moving away and you'll never see her again.

If she was interested in you, and I think she was, she would've given you a phone number or something so you could meet her halfway to her new destination, and she never said where she was going to.

Very well written, however. While I'd like to say it's nice to know I'm not alone on this, I must confess instead, I am SAD to know - I'm not alone in some of my naive beliefs about close friendships.

There is a term, you are supposed to hold love gently as one would a butterfly. But in today's uncertain times, like as Rose did, she pounced on me when I was 18, she wasn't going to let me go for anyone.

So too might you consider future endeavors and encounters. Stay strong. :)

[ron]

This was prue fantesy. But that is close to what I had one time. I do love "There is a term, you are supposed to hold love gently as one would a butterfly."
I know there is a poem in those words...id you will let me.

[dw817]

If I'd let you ? Sure, go right ahead. :)

[ron]

I was just saying...lol.

[shallimarRose]

OH MY GOODNESS... Ron is this a true story or your imagination? This is fantastic.. I felt every word, every move, every touch... "Whenever I see a morning after a half moon sky, I find myself standing and watching you drive away" Just beautiful on so many levels.. I have tears literally on my face.. "Frozen in Time" you wrote.. Yes.. I know those moments. huggs & kisses Rose

[ron]

Kind of true only my first dance did not end so nicely. Its what I had whished my first dance would have been like.