of dancing with strange men

Really? This is the third time this week. What’s gotten into you? The boyfriend is obviously puzzled about your sudden willingness to go out more often. Sure, you like dancing but going out three days a week isn’t really your scene. At least it wasn’t your scene until ten days ago. He says he will meet you there.

Now, you find yourself drawn to this place like iron filings to a magnet. A magnate, you should say, for it’s the person you’re interested in, not the place.

You’re always jittery as you enter a club alone. Will he be there? But this time, your heart is pounding. He’s there, sitting on one of the bar stools. Your bar stool. Continue reading of dancing with strange men