“Dancing”

Kamill, a boy I liked, was a good dancer who enjoyed it and knew how to lead. At about 14 years old, I realized I also liked to dance.

It was a popularity contest. If you were asked to dance a lot, and boys kept cutting in just to get a chance to be with you, it showed you were "light on your feet" or had a personality that attracted boys' attention. I liked dancing with boys who were taller than I was and who could lead well. And I discovered I liked being in the arms of someone who guided me in such a way that I could anticipate his next move so we could sway to the rhythm of the music in unison.

I loved the sensation of being led by someone smoothly, gently but decidedly. "Let the
man lead, and give yourself over to him” are some of the secrets of good dancing, because,
ultimately, it depends on his skills.

I spent many nights dancing with many different young and not so young men, but never became tired of the sensation. In a way, it is like good foreplay, a legitimate tactic for being embraced by someone in public. Add some romantic music, mood lighting, and a couple of drinks, and you have all the ingredients for dizzying feelings unlike anything else.

Kamill and I were young and very proper, however.

 ©2009 by Marta Boros Horvath  Stories from Hungary