I missed all the Pride festivities here in the Twin Cities this past weekend, but I had a good excuse.  I accompanied my husband to his 40th high school class reunion in an Iron Range town about a three-hour drive north of the Cities.

I’ve covered some of the highlights of that event in my general-reading blog.  I’ll just relate an enjoyable situation that is best described here in the privacy of this anonymous blog.

The Class of 1968 had a big event Saturday evening in the lobby of an old hotel in the downtown district of the town.  We started off with drinks and socializing, followed by a brief program to offer appreciation for those who put forth a lot of effort to make this reunion happen.  There was a reading of the names of the 46 classmates who had passed away and a moment of silence for them.  (46 classmates was 10% of that class.  That seems like a lot of deaths for a bunch who is only 58 years old now.  Rather disconcerting.) 

Then the browsing at the buffet line started, the drinking continued, and shortly thereafter, the DJ fired up his computer and started “spinning some tunes.” 

Now, I love to dance.  I always have.  I took five years of tap dancing lessons as a youngster and a year of ballet.   When I was in my hey-day at the skating rink as a teen, my favorite part of skating was learning the dances with a partner.  If my husband enjoyed dancing, we probably would have taken dance lessons over the years in many of its forms: ballroom, country, square-dancing, modern dance, tango, the works!  We’d enjoy it and practice together and have fun with it.   Unfortunately, this is a “mixed marriage” in more ways than one, and my husband doesn’t dance.  I’ve never mastered any of the traditional dance steps, either, because I’ve never had a partner.  

What I end up doing at these events is standing on the sidelines, moving and swaying to the music if it ”has a good beat and you can dance to it.”  That’s what I was doing Saturday night.

After a bit, a lady approached me and whispered into my ear over the thrum of the music, “If you wouldn’t mind dancing with another woman, I’d be happy to dance with you anytime.  Just come and get me!”  I smiled and nodded, and she went back to her seat.

Holy cow! I thought.  Would I mind dancing with another woman?  Hell no!  I’d love to dance with another woman!  I held back, though, because this woman was an excellent dancer.  I’d seen her out on the dance floor with who I presumed to be her husband — and for those of you who know and read my more public blog, this is the man I had complimented earlier that day for being 50 times better looking than he was as a senior in high school!  The two of them were obviously accomplished and well-practiced dancers with each other, and they had the moves down!  I enjoyed watching them together very much.

I had another drink, told my husband that I had been propositioned to dance by that dark-haired cutie-pie sitting over there by herself while her husband was out socializing with his former classmates.  I repeated to him that she told me just to come get her if I wanted to dance.

“So go get her,” was his response.  “She’s just sitting over there waiting for you to ask!”

I was intimidated by her expertise on the dance floor, though.  I finally did get out on the dance floor with several other women and boogied around for awhile.  She was out on the dance floor, too, and sidled over to me.  ”You didn’t come get me!” she pouted.

I sat out a couple of songs and then a song I really liked came on.  “Go on!” my husband encouraged.

I got my courage up and walked over to her.  She looked up at me and I held out my hand.  We went to the dance floor together and danced three or four songs together.  I really believe that she was eyeing me up, too, and I didn’t mind at all!  She was a very attractive, petite woman and I enjoyed looking at her, too, and moving with her on the dance floor.

That’s all that happened, of course.

It was fun,  though.  It was energizing.  And it added some sparks to my evening.  I hope that she and Mr. Better-Now-at-58 had a wonderful night together, however they finished it out.