by Les Zsoldos

Created on: February 02, 2010

She said it was time for her to leave.  It was almost eight and she had a class next morning.  He had made her a nice dinner.  It was cucumber salad, chicken paprika, dumplings and crepes for dessert.  The wine was an Italian Chianti.  Though she said she' had a good time, he wasn't satisfied.  He wanted her to stay longer.  It seemed he was obsessed with her.  He had to find a way to make her stay.

He asked her if she wanted to dance.  She hadn't danced much before, but she was curious.  He put in a CD and played it for her.  The song was a slow, romantic one.  He put his arms around her and told her to follow his pace.  It was so simple, one step to the right, two steps to the left.  It then became two steps to the right and one step to the left.  He said the numbers for her as they danced so that she could repeat 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1.

He looked into her eyes and smiled.  She smiled back at him.  He embraced her more tightly and showed her a few more dances.  The CD had so many songs that it would take time to dance to all of them.  She'd danced before but not like this.  Here she was slow dancing with a guy who had his arms around her.  He didn't consider himself such a great dancer but because she had little experience it wasn't difficult to impress her. 

Suddenly he was reminded of a Colombian girl who had no cooking experience but agreed to prepare a Colombian dish for an international cooking fair.  She confided to him that she didn't know if her dish would turn out OK, but was at least comforted by the fact that nobody would know what it was supposed to look or taste like.

After dancing closely for over an hour and feeling a strong bond, the moment felt right.  He stroked her hair and cheek, told her she was a wonderful girl, leaned forward and kissed her.  She offered no resistance.  He had enough experience with women to know that he could kiss her.  Though it was a short kiss, it was one he would always remember.

Now it was close to eleven.  It was definitely time for her to go home.  Unlike before, he didn't feel sad.  They'd enjoyed hours of romantic dances, a first kiss and stimulating conversation.  At the door, they kissed again, a longer kiss filled with passion.  It had been a very good night that would always be remembered for a kiss that happened while they were dancing.  Wondering what amazing dish he could prepare for her, he was already looking forward to her next visit.

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