I just told husband I want to slow dance again just once. He asked where. I said the living room would do. This will never happen, of course. Two people, over 60, with disabilities and seven dogs could spell disaster. And not his thing.
I do remember my first slow dance after high school. It was about ten years ago. My friend was singing in a VFW. I was the designated driver. The club was old and run down and looked like it may have started as an elegant 1940’s supper club. My friend talked to a Vietnam vet. When the music started, he came over and held his hand out and asked me for a dance.
My personal friends know I am a hopeless klutz. I tripped over a table by the dance floor and ended up sitting on it. Then we tried to dance. I stepped on his feet and stumbled. He was a big man, a Marine who did two tours of duty in country. He just picked me up. It was magical. We danced twice more and spent the evening talking and then parted.
Ronny, a Marine who served in Vietnam, who was at a VFW in Bellevue WA in in spring of 2012, thank you. I enjoyed the night very much.
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