How they met…

“Dance with me?” he asked, holding out his hand. “I promise to be…polite.”

She stood up.  “Well, if you promise,” she said, grinning.

It was a slow song, so he pulled her toward him, just shy of, too close.

“Tell me,” he said.  “What is love?”

“It’s a feeling that’s different for each of us,” she said, mater of factly.  “You can attach a definition to it, but it won’t satisfy anyone.”

He nodded.  “So, you re not only beautiful, you are wise as well.”

“And you are not only a good dancer, but a flatter and twister of the truth.”

“How long have you been alone?”

“A while,” she said.  “You?”

“The same.”

“Was it good?”

“Very,” he said, smiling.  “For you?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Are you ready to fall in love again?”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” she said.

“Why not?”

She stared at him.  “I’m still in love with him.”

“But he is gone.”

“That doesn’t seem to matter,” she said.  “And the music has stopped.”

“Give it a moment.  It will start again.”

“How long were you together?”

“A long time,” he said.

She nodded.

“Your eyes are a strange color blue,” he said.

“They’ve faded over the years, like a lot of things.”

“Not your dreams I hope.”

“I have new dreams.  I fulfilled a lot of the old ones,” she said, happily.

The music started again, and he held out his arms.  She moved into them.  “What do you want?” she asked.

“To be friends.”


“And to see where that friendship takes us.”

“That’s it?” she said,

“That’s it.  Stimulating  conversations, over delicious food, with a gorgeous older woman.  No one could ask for more than that.”

“How about a much younger woman?  Most men your age, ask for that.”

“Most men are idiots,” he said.

“How can I argue with that?”

“You can’t,” he said, as the music changed.  “Do you tango?”

“I do,” she said, slamming her body into his.  “Shall we?”

“Have I died and gone to heaven?” he asked.

“I would have noticed,” she said, turning to the side.  “I’d be holding you up.”

He stopped talking then and concentrated on their two bodies moving as one.




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8 Responses to How they met…

  1. Resa says:

    …. tango on! ….

    • 🙂 Definitely. Is N still playing on Wednesday nights, or has the virus ruined that too? My granddaughter just told me that she went to buy paints and all that had was blue and brown. Not colors she wanted. I told her about your paper and she agreed, art supplies are disappearing.

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