Question:  “have I woken up from a dream?.

A few months ago I uttered the words,”I want to meet a guy who can dance, ” not the excessive grinding up my behind, but a real dance, where you move across the dance floor and face each other. After constant goodbyes, you realize we all have our flaws but you determine your distinctions. Aside from all the appropriate characteristics one would want, that dance would be my distinction. It would be so beautiful to find someone I can dance with, after all I am most vulnerable when in motion.

Such specific request would mean time, which I was very accepting about. I had created a scenario of my meeting with this man. It would take place in Spain, I am dancing in the streets of Madrid or Barcelona and this man would take me in his arms and he would hold me.. lead me in a dance and VOILA! We would spend a good chunk of our lives in motion, as partners. I did not expect this to come about a few good years from now, I was going through some hurdles so this was not an issue.

End of October, C and I slipped away from a party to indulge in some dancing. Off we went to my favorite place and as live Flamenco played and a little distortion from a few drinks, we proceeded to the dance floor. Circumstances had made life a little hectic so tonight was a perfect night to indulge.

He taps me on the shoulder and takes me, (I make it sound more dramatic because that’s how I felt) however obviously caught by surprise, I am taken aback by his aggressiveness but allow myself to be held. Aside from the alcohol kicking in, I felt disoriented and disarmed by this stranger who tells me that I should relax and loosen my shoulders. In my thoughts, “How dare he tells me what to do?” but I comply anyway.

Guards way up high, I ask questions. I have no idea how we managed to even have a conversation going. There was something about the way he lead me on the floor that made me feel comfortable. I was immersed in his skills but all the while, reminding myself that this is the first dancing guy you met, don’t get too excited. You still need to go to Spain. Lights come on, music stops although the night ended so abruptly, we managed to exchange a few key details.

I did not expect to hear from him but I did enjoy knowing individuals as such existed.
I didn’t long to see him again as timing was not ideal. I went about my life just grateful for that moment. I don’t think we were supposed to meet again and so it didn’t end there.