It’s been a while. Okay, that’s not true anymore. But, I have gone dancing more in the last three weeks than I have in the last eight months. Twice. God, I missed it. So, I danced.
It was a squad of co-workers, and there should be plenty of blackmail pictures. I’ll see if I can post any of them later.
Also, last night delivered a revelation. I’m still giving off the “Off the market” vibe. One co-worker said, “I thought you were gay!” Another said, “Aren’t you with somebody?” So, I danced.
This sweet young thing was there. She asked me, “How old are you?” I told her, “Old enough to be your father.”
It was a joke. Then, I realized, I was telling the truth.
Suddenly, I felt very old. So, I danced.
Came back home to D&A’s place. I crashed on their couch. Not because of liquor, but sheer exhaustion. It was a helluva night… a bit awakening in a lot of ways.
I’m too old to be single. I hate dating. I love dancing. But, my favorite partner is in Long Beach. And so far, nobody even comes close to comparing.