We Danced.

I went to dances on Saturday night in the city once, where the ladies and gentlemen circled hopefully looking over the dim-lit floor for the right one; waiting and wondering when the music would stop. I sometimes felt more like a spectator than a dancer, but that all changed at an out-of-town country dance: after some waltzes, foxtrots, quicksteps and line dancing, they had a 'ladies' choice' for their own partners. To my surprise a youngbrunette walked over to where I was seated and asked, 'Care to dance? ' We took the floor hand in hand talkingeasily; waltzing close she said, 'Save the last dance for me'.