Double Dose of Dancing

Went to the owl and Thistle on Wednesday night and the Little Red Hen last night. If I do say so myself, I'm a dancing fool. . . . . or maybe just a fool. Dancing with all these pretty girls puts the wind in my sails like few things. Wink Wink, nudge nudge, say no more.

Slow dances where eyes meet, hands touch and bodies tempt the closeness with the sway of the music and desire.

Fast dances where I spin her and turn myself, on the beat after the turn and a smile that makes her smile back.

I pull her close, smell her hair and tell her how much fun I'm having.

Then at the set break, go out side for a puff of my cigar that I've hidden in a corner somewhere.

Cigar smoke mingles with cigarette smoke as conversation gets good. I sneak away to send a text message.