Sunday, December 11, 2005
You smile, and when I arrive at your side, you pull me close and whisper in my ear, "Go dance with the lady. I'll pick the music."
I walk back to the table and offer the stranger my hand. She takes it, and we walk out into the aisle where her husband and I had been dancing just a few minutes earlier. We wait for the music to start (and I have to admit that I am a bit worried about what your choice will be) and when it begins, she puts her arms around me and we dance.
Like her husband, she has a number of questions, and I refer her to you for the answers to the majority of them. She wants to know if our relationship is one I would persue with someone other than you, and I just laugh. "Never."
I walk back to the table and offer the stranger my hand. She takes it, and we walk out into the aisle where her husband and I had been dancing just a few minutes earlier. We wait for the music to start (and I have to admit that I am a bit worried about what your choice will be) and when it begins, she puts her arms around me and we dance.
Like her husband, she has a number of questions, and I refer her to you for the answers to the majority of them. She wants to know if our relationship is one I would persue with someone other than you, and I just laugh. "Never."
