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Thursday, September 20, 2012

DARRELL'S WOES Chapter 6



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I had attended the few dances that were sponsored by the school and as usual there were always some wall flowers available for partners and they were glad someone would dance with them.

By this time my aunt had taught me some good moves and fancy steps. I always kept things pretty simple for these wallflowers because they were not very good, although I made them look as good as possible.

I finally turned seventeen and was a senior looking forward to graduation when at one of the dances I noticed a new girl sitting with the wall-ies.  She was pretty plain looking with clothes her grandma might wear. Her hair had been given the Dutch boy treatment with bangs down to her eyes and she was wearing dark rimmed glasses.

I have never been snobbish but I thought, “That poor girl will never be asked to dance.”  I almost felt sorry for her and coming from me that was unusual.

I had been looking at her across the gym and couldn't see her that clearly but it was obvious even at that distance I could tell she was a loser.

Since I had specialized in being ignored I knew how she must feel just sitting there, so since I was graciousness embodied I ventured over, and without speaking or really looking at her directly I reached out my hand and she took it.

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I led her out on the floor and took in a big breath to calm my nerves and drew her a little closer when she moved right against me.  I almost shouted, “Oh no out loud, don't do that,” but reconsidered and did not speak.  Then I thought, “At least this way I won't have to look at her.” I thought to myself, “I'll drag her around the floor until the music stops and when this dance is over I will get out of here.  All I could think of was, “Why, why, why did I do this?”

The music started and I just stood there for several bars until I came to myself and slowly started moving around the floor. Much to my surprise she followed my every move, so I contemplated,  I will speed things up a bit and do some fancy stuff.”  Still she mirrored each step I made and it was like she anticipated my every move. This was a first for me because most of my partners couldn't keep up or come close to what she was able to do.

When the music stopped we released our hold on each other and I turned away so I wouldn't have to look directly at her at the same time saying she was a very good dancer. Then I thought, “Oh why not I've probably seen worse,” and so I looked directly into her face.

To be Continued

 
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