Dance Party

It’s been a year now since my husband passed. A year of being single. So last night I went to a singles dance. It was for single people who are over 45 years old, and who are generally LDS (Mormon). So no alcohol, skimpy clothing, sketchy language, etc. That seemed like a safe bet, but I was scared about it. I didn’t want to play the Pets on Parade game and stand around watching other people dance, waiting for someone to ask me to dance. I met a girlfriend there and she assured me that we could dance without male partners.The bottom line – I just wanted to dance. The evening was very nice. I only stood through one dance, so that was great. I danced with several men at first, and finally stuck with the same partner for the rest of the night. He was very nice. Funny, a great dancer, intelligent, and interesting. Fun! He walked me to my car like a gentleman. It was great. However, it also felt foreign to me. After being married 39 years it was a bit awkward relating to a man who is not my spouse. There was another dance tonight but no, I think I need to start out slowly. Not sure I’ll go to another dance. But sometimes I just want to dance. We’ll see. Tomorrow night there is a “fireside chat” at a church where older singles go. I’ve invited some girlfriends so we will go together. I think I will like that better, but we’ll see. So why am I reaching out like this? To tell the truth, I’m not sure. I guess I’ll just see what happens. A few weeks ago someone asked me what I would have been if I hadn’t been a nurse. I told them, “An adventurer.” So let the adventure begin…

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