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Dancing
Crowded gymnasium
 I came alone
 Your friends surround you
 But you dance alone
 This makes us a perfect pair.
 Pushing, shoving through the warm bodies
 “a little party never hurt nobody”
 I come just as you step back from the dance
 The multicolored lights are reflected in your eyes
 You knock me over with your beauty.
 (let’s pray I didn’t just say that aloud)
 A few trivial “hi’s” are all that we need
 “I like your dress” “thanks, I like your tie”
 Hers is red, strapless, and fabulous; mine is just a tie
 But I don’t care about that as long as she likes it.
 The song ends; our time is coming up. 
 I offer my hand just as the ballad begins
 The smell of your hair is intoxicating
 What do you use in it- L’Oreal, Pantene?
 Your friends are all staring; maybe if I spin you around…?
 Oh, stop smiling, it’s hurting my eyes
 You’re awfully close. Do you like to be hugged?
 Well, if you didn’t I don’t think we would be here.
 What color are your eyes? Blue? I think so…
 Although it’s hard to tell with all the lights turned low
 Can you read the nervousness in my face, my dear?
 I’ll tell you a secret- not all men are suave.
 Sometimes we’re just as gawky as girls
 Perhaps even more so- after all, it is our job
 To invite you to Homecoming, and that takes strength.
 Pity you only get to understand during Sadie Hawkins.
 I wish you’d say something- are you afraid too?
 Are you worried of sounding stupid, like me?
 I don’t care. Her head falls back against my shoulder
 We end the dance with one last spin.
 You rush back to rejoin your friends, but not before turning
 And though no words passed our lips, I can tell
 From looking in those eyes (they’re so light they have to be blue)
 That you enjoyed the dance as much as I did
 And you like me too.
 I think I’m walking on air.

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