Seventy-Nine

Seventy-nine has made somewhat regular appearances where I go dancing, and he's always having the time of his life dancing and become part of the regular group - this group consists of those of us that go dancing at this spot, sometimes on our own and sometimes friends join us, regularly enough that we all gravitate towards each other on the dance floor and have become friends. You are always guaranteed to have at least one dance floor friend so you're never alone, but there are usually a handful of us dancing the night away together.

Until one night, when it was just Seventy-nine and me. It was a crowded night, so Seventy-nine said our goal was to get to the corner where we'd be bumped less. We eventually made it and were dancing in much closer proximity with each other than usual. You know what happened next - a great song came on, we danced, he twirled me, and the next thing I know we were kissing and smiling more than we were before. I swear that was never my plan! I always thought Seventy-nine was fun and handsome (and yes, he had a solid beard), but I'd never thought about pursuing him. However, after we kissed the first time I laughed and said, "The corner!" He asked if that was my plan the whole time, and I politely reminded him he was the one with the mission to get to the corner. We continued to dance (and kiss) and when he left he asked for my number "...in case we wanted to dance again."