Wheeler Farms Activity Dancing with one of Seven

This evening I went to a dance in Salt Lake with a couple of friends. I had a great time last week at the local singles Church dance so gave it another try. My expectation was to have as good a time as last week.

Maybe my expectations were a little high. I stood there all by myself for a couple of hours while my friends all got asked to dance. I walked around thinking maybe the one who would ask me to dance needed to see me first.

It was about fifteen minutes until midnight. Still no dance invitation. Then a young man came to ask me to dance. He had on a gray zip-up hoody sweat shirt, but didn't wear the hood. He asked if I would like to dance. I looked him in the eye and said, "Sure." His glasses were clouded and needed to be cleaned, but he was a gentleman, and DID know how to dance. He told me cute kid jokes the whole time we danced.

I was impressed that he could even remember so many. His name was was "Warren," but he pronounced it as "Wahwen." I had compassion for him. He looked a little lost. He reminded me of one of the Seven Dwarfs, he was so sweet and I thanked me after the dance. No one else came up to dance or asked me.



But later afterwards, my friends and I went to the Village Inn and had a cup of tea with the small group from the dance. It was more productive. I think next dance I will be invited by some of them. So the evening wasn't a total loss. It has promise.

I am glad that I was kind to the young fellow who asked me to dance. Maybe next time I will have better luck to dance. I hope so.