I remember going to a disco with my sister and her future husband, making up a foursome with his friend.
Sis and FH were all over each other, but his friend and I didn’t hit it off, though we were friendly enough towards each other.
The music tempo changed from the smoochy stuff to upbeat and I wanted to dance.
I’m not that good, but I could hold a rhythm then, dipping and twirling with the music.
The dance floor was busy, but I found a space on a slightly raised platform with about half a dozen others. I honestly thought he was behind me, but he turned on a sixpence, went up to the bar and got another drink, just for himself you understand.
The small group of dancers decided to sit down, so I had the little dance floor all to myself and enjoyed the music on my own.
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