He gave me a one-arm hug and whispered, “Dear, you gained some weight.”
“Really? Thanks!” Finally, I’m finally getting back the curves I lost.
“Uh, honey, I don’t mean it in that way…”
I looked into him and realized he’s not kidding. It’s really probably time to let him go.
Waltzing, he sweeps her across the ballroom as I watch in envy. She is perfect.
It is probably rude to ask a girl to dance on her wedding day but I will do so anyway. After all, he has a lifetime to dance with her. This is my last chance.
Tall and svelte — check.
Sculpted arms — check.
Light brown eyes — check.
Sleek dark hair — check.
Sexy five o’clock shadow — check.
Purring baritone voice — check.
He ticks off all her boxes yet she feels nothing extraordinary. It must be true what they tell her — Ideal Guy is not always Mr. Right.
Just a fool to believe I am everything she needs, Patrick Swayze croons. She’s like the wind.
I crank up the volume. Soon, I’m waltzing in the living room with the cocktail in my hand.
You dance like the wind, I tell myself. You need no man to do that.