Recently, i’ve started enjoying watching couples dance on the dance floor. The way they touch and smile at each other. There’s this guy that bounces all over the dance floor. My gay friend calls him Skippy. Skippy brought a girl yesterday and what a lucky guy, cause she was smoking. She was dressed in Some sort of striped red/white dress. Skippy takes her out to the middle of the dance floor and you could tell how much she liked him. She would touch Skippy’s face, lean back and let him catch her, and of course lightly kiss.
It was like my favorite painting, Dancing at the Bougival by Renoir. You could tell Skippy and Stripey were very much into each other.
You and I will never ever have that. But I congratulate those lucky enough to have that. Because god not having someone to spoon with is life-long curse. So take that view of the couple, smile for them, feel sad for yourself, and that’s about all we can do for the rest of our lives —however long that life can last.
