I, probably along with few others in the world, have not danced once in my lifetime. So I thought about how I’d want it to go, and I came up with the most cliché scénario of them all and decided to write in down. Here it is:
“But I don’t know how to dance!” she exclaimed loudly, as he swiftly swept her off her feet to the center of the fancy restaurant. “It doesn’t matter! I can teach you all I know..”
He carefully placed her hands on his shoulders, and wrapped his own around the small of her waist. They swayed softly to the jazzy tunes of Sinatra’s ‘Something Stupid’. Her eyes were frantically searching, anticipating his next moves so that she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. He, however, was caught up watching her struggle with her steps to actually teach her anything.
“Oops, sorry“, she’d say whenever she accidentally stepped on his foot. And with each apology, he’d hold her a little bit closer to his heart.
A song turned to two, and her tiny confidence grew. She stopped counting the steps, and she started looking up to him. She caught his blue eyes, so much different than her mousey brown ones. She had once promised her friend that she wouldn’t exaggerate when it came to her ‘silly’ sentiments; yet as they were swinging along, all she could think of was how she wouldn’t mind drowning in those ocean-like orbs.
“See, you’ve already gotten the hang of it.” He whispered quietly, “It’s only a matter of time and you’ll be even better than I am!”
She giggled shyly, hiding her face in the corner of his neck and answered back: “Liar, liar, liar!”
Photo from the infamous movie, ‘Scent of a Woman.’
Salma’s Boulevard 