Walking into a ballroom dancing studio, a girl looks around to see if she can find her dance instructor. He is not in the room; however, she does see this man learning how to dance the Rumba with his teacher. She notices his kind face, comforting smile, and that he can actually dance without looking awkward. Settling into a seat, she continues to note that he is quite handsome, and from that day forward would secretly hope that he would be there when she was.
Taking a break, because he claims he had already been dancing for two hours, he covertly tries to observe the other student in the room. She is barefoot as she does not own any ballroom dancing shoes. Instead of waiting patiently for her instructor, she is dancing around the room. Except the movements are not the typical swaying gestures, she is literally twirling up on her toes as if she were a ballerina. Aside from her dancing, he spots her twinkling eyes, stunning smile, and childish laugh. He watches her trying to think of a way to go up and talk to her wondering if she would even respond to him.
After a few days of flirting, dancing, laughing, and just having fun, we ended up going out to a few clubs in Cairo, Egypt following a function at the Arthur Murray Dance Studio. I met some of Michael’s friends and they asked me the typical questions about my perceptions of life in Cairo.
Somehow the conversation turned to different types of Egyptian food. I started asking Jessica if she had eaten some of the traditional dishes. When she said that she had not, I immediately swooped in claiming that it was a sin for her to have been here for four months and not tasted those dishes. I instantly inquired as to what her plans were the next day for lunch.
I told him nothing. Michael then declared that we must go out for an Egyptian lunch.
When Jessica said yes, I was shocked because I thought she was going to come up with some lame excuse.
Little did he realize, I had wanted to go out with him to get to know him because we had so much fun dancing without a chance to really chitchat.
The next day I picked Jessica up at Costa Coffee. Each of us had already eaten so we went to watch softball. The day unfolded past the usual lunch hour into the evening. When I dropped Jess at home, I asked her if I could see her the next day.
I said yes, and well, just take a guess as to where it ended up. The crazy thing was that a friend of mine met Michael the same night we went out to the clubs and was so excited that we were going out for the Egyptian lunch. As she was getting out of the cab later that evening, she speculated if he could be the guy for me. I laughed with a “no,” but couldn’t help but wonder.
