Wednesday, February 8, 2012

First Touch


First Touch

The music blared and the dance floor grew crowded with couples, but I still sat on a stool, hunching over the elevated table in a room lit by the multi-colored lights overhead. A half-empty glass sat in front of me, a symbol of how I'd begun to view life.  Someone had changed the dating rules during the past thirty-something years and I wasn't very prepared to face the new generation.  My mother would be aghast if she knew were I was.

I'd already turned down several invitations to dance, and pondered going home.  I must have been suffering diminished capacity when I came to this single's dance by myself.  I'd tried for months to get my friend to come, but she always had an excuse.  
My gaze wandered the room, and my stomach churned at the assortment of men still looking for partners.  No one there appealed to me on that all important "chemistry" level...especially the guy with 'Donald Trump' comb-over, or the one with gold chains to rival Mr. T.  Evidently, they were as ill-prepared for dating as I felt.

Then, I noticed him.  Standing against across the room, one knee crooked, his cowboy boot firmly against the wall.  The term, "where have you been all my life" came to mind...at least, where had he been for the past two horrible hours I'd suffered conversing with jerks.  He wore a white shirt with long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black jeans, boots, and had hair.  When he looked my way, I dipped my chin and stared into my lap.  I didn't want him to think me bold.

"Just go home," a little voice niggled at me, but I couldn't stop sneaking glances at my new discovery.  He was dangerously close to the door and looked as disappointed as I felt.  I stood, and chewed my bottom lip.  Should I go, or should I be that bold person I denied a few minutes ago?  What the hell?  I'd come this far, why not ask him to dance? If he said 'no,' I'd probably never see him again.

My heart thudding, I hitched my purse strap up on my shoulder and ambled across the room, trying to assume comfort I didn't feel.  "Excuse me," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.  "If I asked you to dance with me, would you say yes?"  At this point, I felt like a passenger on the Titanic.

He turned powder blue eyes to me, and grinned from beneath a full and well-trimmed mustache.  "Of course."  

He held out his hand.  My name's Kelly, what's yours?"

"Ginger."  I grasped his palm, and maybe it wasn't just the touch of his skin against mine, or the smile he flashed, but he stirred butterflies I thought long dead.  Touch alone, perhaps not, but the twinkle in his eyes coupled with the roughness of a man's hand, and the way he took me in his arms told me I might have found what I'd been looking for.  Thank God, I didn't listen to that little voice who told me to leave.


13 comments:

J Q Rose said...

Oh so brave. Hey, was he wearing a white hat? Enjoyed this.

Kay Dee Royal said...

Impressive, Ging...I can so relate if I sat alone in a singles bar. Geesh. It would be a miracle in the first place (because I'm fairly shy...oh, and married - giggle) and I can't even fathom the thought of asking a guy to dance. My face would be as red as an apple (or green) LOL
Love the post!
Thanks for following the RRR Blog Fest!!

Celia Yeary said...

What a wonderful excerpt for "First Touch." It was a vivid description through the character's eyes--I could see it all. Well done!

diannehartsock said...

What a great story! So glad it had a happy ending. the few times I braved asking a man to dance, I was politely turned down. I stopped doing that...

Larion aka Larriane Wills said...

i didn't like dating back when i did dating and i hated the bar scene, singles or otherwise. so felt her.

Danielle Ravencraft said...

Lovely story, Ginger. Kudos for being brave and asking the guy to dance! I've had my share of making the first move and got just as many rejections as dances. lol.

Catherine Lee said...

OOOH...Ginger...I hope in the coming days, we'll hear more of that story...if there is more to that story. Even if that one dance was the end of THAT story, I'm sure there were others to follow.

catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

CKay Brooks said...

Oh, so many questions and empathy feelings with such and interesting start! The blog format was puzzling at first, but obviously I did find the comment spot!.
Kay

gail roughton branan said...

It was the cowboy boots, wasn't it, honey?

Karen Cote said...

All I'm saying is in meeting both you and Kelly, this struck a particular strong cord. LOVED this. I can so see this visual you've created. Simply delightful. Thank you for sharing and give Kelly a big kiss from me. What a perfect hero.

Renald said...

Sexy Excerpt, great interview.Deb P
r.d1@myfairpoint.net

librarypat said...

nice excerpt. Ther is no way I would want to go back into the dating scene. Don't know how I survived it the first time.

Kat said...

Wow! I really enjoyed it..I totally could feel what you were feeling! Good job Aunt Ginger!!

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