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The Forever Dance

It was a simple question, unplanned as usual.  He was standing there with a look of want in his eye.  Make no mistake, not a look of wanting me.  This was a look of wanting change, peace of mind.  I could tell the music had reached his inner core and that he wanted to dance, but maybe he was just putting on an act. I couldn't/wouldn't deliver, so I just asked a loaded question (like a slow bullet).

"Will you dance for me, please," I said. I asked this as if I had a bulletproof soul and I believe that his response was, "What??"

So I repeated myself and explained that I really don't dance much, that it looked like he wanted to, and how I would love to watch him dance.

Now, I've watched many people dance in my long, long lifetime, but I wasn't, by any means, prepared for what followed.  How could anyone?

Allow me to take a back step:  I was out with friends and saw some cute people as usual.  I may have even had the gall to speak to one of the cuties.  Regardless, I was standing near the dance floor with Precious, Priceless, and I don't remember who else.  I noticed this face that was so disturbing, a young man standing by himself.  It was as if I was looking at the King of Sorrow.  I can talk to anyone, or so I tell myself.  But sometimes I'm shy, especially with the cute ones that I can truly picture myself being with.

This was a very cute one, the King of Sorrow.  Rugged good looks, nice ass, the works.  Now was no time to be shy.

Don't wonder what my first words were because I can't recall, but I do know that I was the one to initiate a conversation that may very well have been the most impressionable one in my life.  Once the King and I exchanged hellos, it was obvious that he was as sweet as cherry pie, which is a favorite of mine.

I believe that Precious gave her silly look and butted in, saying something to the effect of, "So, I see you've met Pretty, Pretty Princess." She loves outing that nickname, the shrew.  It was given to me by her ex-boyfriend, WoJo, a rather pleasant person until one unfortunate visit to Daytona.  Priceless and I drove down to meet Precious and WoJo, who was given this nickname by Precious due to his lengthy foreign last name.

WoJo was in a mood and, while at Denny's, I had tolerated enough and rudely stated that I would rather hear Madonna than hear him ramble (no offense Madonna!). He kept on and I started in with some Madonna tunes.  I believe that I sang what few lyrics I could remember of "Borderline" first.  Anyway, WoJo didn't appreciate my voice or the fact that I was so rude and dubbed me that damn name; apparently it has something to do with the movie "Sixteen Candles."  I've seen the movie, but I don't remember "Pretty, Pretty Princess" being in it or what its significance holds.  Stupid WoJo . . . the name stuck.  Just what I needed, some other damned obstacle to overcome.  I recently was lucky enough to retire that name.  It had to happen someday or I would have died by tiara strangulation.

This brings me back to King of Sorrow.  He looked like royalty or like someone you'd see on the big screen.  His rugged good looks are indeed striking.  His smile melts my hardened being.  Yes, I did see him smile when I introduced myself and it stuck on me like a tattoo on my soul.

Believe it or not, I spoke to him because he initially looked so sad and bored, and I felt that he needed relief.  I wasn't trying to pick him up, although I should have been, as cute as he is.  And I realize that I can hardly be considered "relief" and it just didn't seem to be the right time.  Regardless, we moved to another spot near the dance floor to get away from Precious; it must have been my decision to bolt before other embarrassing information was revealed by the wretch. That's when and where I asked the question if the King would dance for me.

As I mentioned before, I've seen many people dance.  In fact, I have made it a sort of life study.  I've seen smooth operators and I've seen some rigid sticks like me.  But I had never seen or been by the side of anything even remotely like "The Forever Dance."  This is a dance that surely can only be performed successfully once in a lifetime and I am honored to have been a witness to the madness.  Damn, I had the biggest smile that I was trying to conceal, as I didn't want him to think that I was laughing at him.  I wasn't actually laughing at him, just his at his enchanting dance, this sweet taboo that taunts you to give it up.  Where's a video camera when you need one??

And I felt guilty.  Here was this stranger pouring his soul out to me by fulfilling my wish and I was practically laughing, was laughing, probably to tears.  Actually, come to think about it, how could I NOT have laughed.  But I must have miraculously been discreet because he continued.  Thinking back, maybe I did make him feel uncomfortable.  I seem to recall using salesmanship to get him to keep dancing.  Who knows; all I know is that I loved it, his sweet gift, this first affair.  And I failed to give a tip -- shame on me.  I'll tip him now: Keep on dancing, boy!

Did you ever see the episode of "Seinfeld" when Elaine danced?  It was funny like that, but in a manner that only the royalty can exhibit.  It was polished, where Elaine's dance was more chaotic and stabbing. "The Forever Dance" had more character than the "Shane Shuffle" or the "Kick Dance," wonderful dances created and mastered by an old friend.

He did shuffle, however.  But he used his left arm to keep your attention away from his bowed head, as if he were thinking of a war of hearts.  Or maybe he was so drunk that he was simply trying to keep balance. The arm was a distraction to me, as I was concentrating on him, the whole him :-).  His beautiful features, the hot bod, the sexy head of salt and pepper hair that was at first hidden by a fedora, his simple and beautiful soul that shined like a lighthouse -- it was all way too overwhelming, like the sensual, soulful music of Sade!  Well, he certainly lit my fire that night and this fire will always blaze, as nothing can come between us.

His dance spoke to me like a slave song.  It asked me to be there forever, as a friend (and, as I hope, as a lifetime partner).  I will always have a place for The King of Sorrow in my heart and "The Forever Dance" will always be with me like fire. Thank God for music and for that night of no ordinary love.  Is it a crime to laugh inside?  If so, please lock me up with him!

Good Advice:  Don't Play with Fire!

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