Dancing With A Stranger

On a Friday night

In a Dancing Den

Under the flashing lights

Stepping to the music

I am dancing out my heart out

And, this person came

And, said hey, I said hey

We started to step together

While we were immersed in dancing

He suddenly said, I Love you

I looked at him, with an annoying face

And, with my angry eyes

After, a few moments of ignoring

I moved away from him

Dancing all alone, avoiding

After, a few minutes

He came over and joined me again

I thought, hmm…doesn’t he understand

He said Hey, you know…

Your dancing is beautiful

The way you move is awesome

Being polite, I said, Aha…thanks…

He said, Hey, still angry on what I said

Aha… of course, I am

Sorry, about that

You know, I am a gentleman

I said, Aha…every man thinks

He is a gentleman on this earth

He said, haha…you are generalizing there

I said, haha…glad, you laughed it off

Dancing together

I asked, can you say that to a stranger?

On a dance floor whom you did not meet?

He said, why not? What is wrong?

I said, in my opinion, that is not appropriate

He said opinions can differ

There was silence

This time tuning together

Stepping along with the music

We are dancing our hearts out

I said, wow this is so fun

You and I are matching

On every step and move

He said, see that is the reason

What I said…what I said earlier

You know… there is no need

to match everything in love

We are able to dance

Together in rhythm

That means our hearts and minds

Are already matching

I said, Aha…

He said, come here…hold my hand

I’ll show you something new

I looked into his eyes

My heart tripped, jolted

As if some electricity

Passed through those eyes

He smiled, I smiled back

He said, hold my hand

I stood there standing

He said you have to trust me

Looking into his eyes

I slowly joined his hands

He, looking into my eyes

He took my hand

He said, come on game is on…

I said, whoa…I am a plain vanilla type girl

Sometimes I don’t understand things

I don’t know to play any games

You know…I don’t know much…

If I like…I tell…If I don’t…I tell

He smiled and said, you know

You just said so much to a stranger

And said…common

Then what are you doing

In this Dancing Den?

And, you are dancing beautifully

I said, I usually come here

To dance and after dancing

My heart out…I go home…

I don’t talk to any strangers…

He said if you don’t talk to anyone

Strangers will be always strangers

I said, Mmm…He asked

Do you still think we are strangers?

I looked into his eyes, I said

I don’t know…he smiled

He asked, hey can we exchange

The numbers…

I looked at him…

He said, smiling I don’t usually ask

Every other woman for

A number in these Dens

I smiled out…

I said my bye…

(After one hour)

I received a message

Had a nice dancing night today

Shall we meet next week?

Same time, same place

I replied back, same here…ok…

Note: A Fictional Narration

It’s stupid because I don’t even know her, but sometimes you see someone and there’s just this flicker. Like a light bulb that glows around the person, making them shine brighter than all the others. It’s not that they’re more attractive or smarter or funnier than anyone else. It’s just they have a combination of all the things that speak directly to you.” ― Jaye Robin Brown