WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD A NICE SLOW DANCE? YOU KNOW THE KIND THAT MAKE YOU KINDA WEAK AT THE KNEES? FOREHEAD TO FOREHEAD AND THE PERSON YOU WAS DANCING WITH DIPPED WHEN YOU DIPPED, SMELLED GOOD AND FELT NICE? RAHHHHH! MEK ME GO PULL SOME RUB A DUB TUNES....
That's the question one of my Facebook friends asked. As I jumped to the comment box ready to post my reply, the mental brakes screeched and I thought - “what a great intro to a story”, so here goes, fodder for my blog right at my fingertips. But where to begin?
Everyone knows that I was the consummate party person. I considered myself a late bloomer in terms of being introduced to the party scene, but when I discovered the joys of independent partying, there was no stopping me. In my heyday, I would think nothing of getting dolled up to go to a party by myself, spend the night just jamming to the music and dancing with the occasional bloke that caught my eye and knew how to dance! There's nothing as sensual as dancing with a man who takes charge as he steers you into the dip, slow grind and utterly steamy sexual experience that a good dance can engender.
There are a few memorable dancing experiences that come to mind, but there are two that most stand out. I'd gone with a friend to a local house party, I think somewhere in Brixton, South London, not far from my home in Dulwich. The place was jam packed with bodies barely moving to the thumping bass-lines. As I threaded my way gingerly through the crowd, out of nowhere, a hand grabbed mine and held on tight. I almost fell, totally off-balance as I pivoted to see who or what this impediment was. I caught my breath as an incredibly handsome guy smiled a cheeky grin and blew me away with his next words...”You don't need to go any further – you're staying with me”. Well, I'd never heard that pick up line before, I was intrigued at his brazenness. Never one to run from a challenge, I slid into the space by his side and that's where I stayed for the rest of the night. I spent the evening in heaven, not only was he a good looker, he could also dance extremely well. We ended up having quite a long relationship as a result of that first chance encounter and he's someone I'll never forget.
The other memorable dance encounter of course was with my ex, Everton. Let me tell you, he was a dapper don who could move in such a way that if you weren't careful you'd be carrying out all sorts of indiscretions on the dance floor! I need say nothing more than he had slightly bowed legs – lol. A connoisseur of music, he could always make a bad situation better by serenading me with a song, or taking me in his arms and dancing with me. Sadly, Everton was taken away from those who loved him earlier this year, when he succumbed to a fatal bout with Cancer, but he is someone I'll never forget, not least for the fact that boy, he was the best dance partner a girl could ever hope or wish for.