I met a woman, Donna, at Patty’s wedding over a month ago; somebody told her I could dance.
She asked me if that was true. I don’t know how to answer that question. Compared to what? Compared to a gorilla? Yeah, compared to a gorilla I dance well. Compared to Fred Astaire? Yes, compared to Fred Astaire I dance well, but only because he’s dead.
I didn’t get to dance with Donna that night. Toward the end of the evening I asked Patty to dance, and that wrapped up the evening. I probably should have asked for Donna’s phone number, but, well, I’m still on hiatus from dating.
Over the next couple of week, though, I changed my mind. My last dancing partner got married, and now I’m fresh out. Perhaps Dancin’ Donna would fill that dance card. When Patty got back from her honeymoon, she contacted Donna for me. Tonight I’ll see if she’ll make a suitable dance partner.
Then I’m done dating until 2005.

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