A Very Pleasant Evening

I went dancing with my sister and her husband last night. I don’t really like dancing but we do this once every six weeks or so and as it was my turn to drive home, I ‘had’ to go. We arrived late with just on three hours of dancing left which pleased me.

I suppose you’re going to ask if I met somebody. Well, yes and no. That is yes, I met somebody new and no, she is not my dream girl. But we spent a very pleasant evening together. So much so that I took her phone number; she definitely merits another date or two before she goes back home.

Whaat!! Another one going home?

Yes, she lives in one of the Northern provinces and is visiting her brother and his wife for four weeks. I was lucky enough to catch her on the third day of her visit.

Not quite a looker and one or two kilos more than what I would have preferred (almost cuddly) and a she dances worse than I do; read that as bad but she dresses to her body and definitely not somebody to be ashamed of. She turned out to be very good company and considerate too. When she discovered that I was on minerals only, she switched to it as well.

After the first dance I kept her for another and she never left my side again. At some stage, while dancing, I tugged her by her smallish love-handles for a few seconds to pull her closer to me and she smiled at me, so at the very least there are some promises of more to come.

It was a glorious wind still summer night and we spent some time sitting on the veranda. If I did not have to drive my sister home we would have pushed off to a quieter place.

Before the dance I did not want to go there and afterwards I did not want to go home. Good evenings always end too quickly.


The weekend is about over but enjoy it in any way.