It's Day four already. Glad to see you here!
This concert was my first. I was excited, but I don't remember being the least bit nervous. Just had those tummy butterflies at the thought of slow dancing with the boy I adored. I can't even recall what I wore, but I do remember that Dale's mother had tried bleaching his hair and it was a horrible shade of orange, but he didn't seem to mind, and thought he looked really cool. I thought he looked more like Charlie Brown's, "The Great Pumpkin." *lol* But, I digress. We arrived at the dance and the place was packed. Despite the startling change to his hair color, I was still proud to walk in hand-in-hand with such a tall, good-looking boyfriend. I dreamed of the moment the band struck up a slow song and we danced for the first time.
Oh, we finally got that slow dance, but by that time, he was a sweaty mess from never missing a dance. I relinquished his partnership a few times, and although the rest of the masses had taken the floor, I never lost track of him. He was the one head that leapt higher than the crowd every few minutes. The smile on his face was unforgettable, as with my experience with our first dance. I can't say it dulled my feelings for him...we got married a few years later. I guess you could say, he leapt right into my heart. :)
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