Saturdays. I do my usual thing in getting ready- showering, polishing my cowboy
boots, and other things. Ive been doing this for about a year now and as much as I
love to dance, I get kinda’ low sometimes as it seems Im always dancing with
attached women every time I go out. They’re either married or going with someone. My
wife died four years ago, and I truly miss her companionship. But it feels like I
have to do something other than sitting in front of the TV or the computer. After
all, I am still alive and kicking. I celebrated my 73rd birthday about a month ago;
and when friends took me out dancing on my birthday, I had a lot of fun (as usual,
it was with attached women). I think that I can really ‘cut a rug’ for being such a
big ol’ geezer.
On arrival at the local country-dance club last Saturday, I noticed that it was the
same old crowd. I ordered my normal drink; but this time, in nervousness, I asked
for a large glass. I have to admit that I get aroused dancing with some of the
ladies there- even the married ones! So, I wound up dancing with the usual partners
and a few newcomers- but not many. Despite my attraction to some of the women, I
have one avowed rule- never ever make a move (beyond friendship) with a woman
attached. And I never break that rule.
During a break, I went to get another drink, and I noticed a young woman sitting at
the bar and she appeared to be alone. Im an old white man, and I generally like
young Black or Asian women- but theyre hard to find where I go dancing (and hard to
find in other places I tend to be in)! So just about always, I find myself attracted
to young white women when Im out-and-about. Now I love dancing with any younger
women, especially if they are under 40-years-of-age. So I stood there sipping on my
drink, and watching to see if the young woman was alone. Since I was ... Læs hele novellen
