My Life as a Romantic Drama!!

Okay, this comes from the beautiful crooners on my Pandora list. I made a Smooth list with the likes Of Frankie, Michael Buble, Dean, Nat, Norah Harry C JR. and many more. I loooove this list, but it made me fall asleep as have a wonderful dream. Unfortunately, I don't think it happens this way anymore.

I'm sitting in a jazz restaurant with a few of my friends. We are chatting it up having a grand time. I am looking quite spiffy in deed. I'm wearing a beautiful dress that falls off the shoulders, knee length with a bit of flaring action at the bottom, pastel in color. Heels that are high enough to make my calves look nice but short enough for me to cut a rug, with my hair swept up in a loose ponytail. We are having a few drinks and laughing, as we do.

I look around the restaurant to take in the scene and I notice a table of soldiers, one of them cannot and actually refuses to hide the fact that his eye is on yours truly. I look away bashfully as full on eye contact is awkward my friends. He must catch me blushing, because as I focus my attention back on my friends he proceeds to get up and walk over to my table.

He smiles the smile of a man who knows he's flustered a lady, and that leaves me even more flustered. He respectfully asks the gentlemen at my table if I am accompanying any of them tonight, and since I was not accompanying anyone he asks me so sweetly to dance. Frank Sinatra is singing "The Way You Look Tonight" and as he presents his hand, I do not hesitate to take it.

He leads me to the floor and presents his open arm and open hand, I fit in the nooks of left arm and place my hand in his right open hand. He begins to dance around to the Slow Slow Quick Quick rhythm of the foxtrot, and I immediately swoon because I love the Foxtrot and any man who can lead me in a foxtrot to somebody, anybody singing "The Way You Look Tonight" is a man after my heart! He ends with a firm dip and twirls me around. You twirl a lady around and shes putty in your hands let me tell you!

As he leads me back to his table, his fellow soldiers stand and salute him. I blush and giggle and take my seat back in reality. He thanks me warmly for the dance and says "You have completed my night young lady, all I wanted was to dance with a beautiful lady before I'm off to defend my country, you my lady have given me something to remember when I'm down and I start to forget what I'm defending.Thank you for the memory."

My heart drops as I had hoped that this was a homecoming celebration and not a final night out before life becomes a battle zone. We did not even exchange names, I guess it would have been too painful and too personal. Best to leave it as a face and a dance. Thanks for the dream.!

Cherbear