I wrote this analogy of the brief intimacy of dance encounters - now I feel shy releasing it!

My date was a wavy-haired blond blue-eyed Hamburg-born Canadian - A 'Hamburger', he called himself! Driving the 4 hr drive from Vancouver to Kelowna in his black Corvette, we were meeting for dinner. I left work this blazing summer evening directly to the lakeside restaurant.

This was the perfect date on a perfect summer evening.

Waning light of dusk replaced the hot sun with a balmy breeze that was a breathy kiss on bare shoulders. Walking after dinner, with firm confidence he took my hand in his. I wasn't prepared for that, but stayed my hand, thinking, 'Okay, I can manage a little hand holding.'

We passed many people I knew enjoying the delicious summer evening. It was great to be seen - with a hunky guy holding my hand - ya know what I mean? ;)

Starry Night over the Rhone, c.1888van Gogh, Vincent
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Chatting along the waterfront promenade, I was telling him about my dance lessons and dancing.

"I love dancing!" he said

"You do?!" I was astonished - few men relate positively to dance (I think they're really intimidated by it, but instead they put on a tough act)

" Yes, I get to hold a woman in my arms for three minutes. For a beautiful few moments we're close - I feel her beauty and warm body in the embrace. We may never have met, may not again, but for now, this brief time we're intimate - gliding and whirling - and it's all socially acceptible!

You cannot do this at any other time with a stranger, except for dancing! For some reason when you're dancing it's okay! Even if it's some jealous guy's wife, it's okay!"

The surfer-blond hunk of a guy gazed into the twilight over the lake.

Then he swept me up, danced a few steps and kissed me! Now - this was far too quick for me! Whew! Flustered, in ridulous dizzy flap, trying to straighten my feathers and regain composure, my words stumbled out, feeling surreal, telling him that was too fast!

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The starry night canopied overhead as we sat on a bench at lakeside. It was a perfect evening in every way. And then it was finished.

It is just that way with dance - you dance the dance - then the partners go their way.

This is the only time I've experienced such an openly delightful and spontaneous expose of dance and of course it has stayed with me since.

The art of partner dance is an enactment and mirroring of human love ritual, courting, and drama in intimacy that is rarely even thought of with the logical mind. We engage in the movement, even with total strangers that we would not normally. We learn the dance and love the movement, but does the symbolism we're representing enter conscious thought?

It appears an art of reverence for something we hold sacred, yet one we don't address.

Why is it that we engage in the act of the art and yet keep from entering consciously into the enactment we're engaging in? Does it defy words? Are we too shy? Is the wild nature inside too much for the 'civilized' mind?

Why is it?

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