The green frilly dress made me feel nervous, I knew that it barely covered my knees. The barn had the stench of straw. I was here now and I knew that I couldn’t leave and until my friend left.

I was nervous during the dance. I don’t know why I showed up. My friend, Ann, thought it would be a good way to get out of my shell. I have little self confidence and I know that I am no beauty, but perhaps it was the host at the country barn that insisted that everyone join the line. I reluctantly got up to join. At least with Ann by my side I knew that I wouldn’t be alone.

The guys and gals in the line and the host directing, I didn’t have an issue keeping up. The fiddler and bass man made the song easy enough to keep up. It was really fun. I noticed that there was a nice looking cowboy in front of me. His Wrangler jeans kept me mesmerized during that dance. The wiggling motions and the solidarity dips made those jeans pop and show off those muscles of the red shirt country boy.

I don’t know what came over me but I wanted to feel what those tight jeans were like. I felt warm all over. A slow song started and I needed a drink to cool off. The punch bowl was on the other side of the dance floor. By the time I got there and grabbed a drink I had turned around and spilt my punch all over the red shirt of the man that I had been admiring. His appearance behind me had surprised me and caused the spill.

His eyes were surprised for a moment but never did they seem to drift toward anger. He reach toward the table and retrieved some paper towels. He cleaned the dampness away from his shirt. He asked for my name and offered his hand for a shake. I said my name and gave my hand. As quick as lightning he grasp my hand and dragged me back to the dance floor. 

His hands were warm and it seemed that they were sweating profusely. If he was nervous, I might have been in the emergency room. The slow song was anything but, I could feel my heart beating right out of my chest. There was pain that I didn’t know that I had. He pulled me close and led me to the sways and dances. I could feel my will degrade has i began to trust him more and more. My head slumped to his shoulder and I smelled his country sweat mixed with the perfume of the night. The song ended but the swaying didn’t stop. Another song started, slow and steady. We danced the night away and it seemed that the whole night was dedicated to me and him.