
One last thought about my trip to TX. We went dancing both nights we were there. The second night I was really in no shape to enjoy the experience and there were really too many people to dance anyway. The first night however I was treated to a sight I do not see here in MN. Men dancing with their dates. I was so surprised I stood on the edge of the dance floor not knowing if my un-partnered stated would be a problem. It wasn't. I was warmed by this sight though. This fabulous little funk/soul/hip-hop club/martini bar in the heart of Galveston was sporting people who danced... TOGETHER. Dancing later on in the evening a very tall gentleman actually came up and started dancing With me. With Me! Like arms around me actually dancing together. No clue what this man's name was, we were just dancing. I don't even care if it was designed to make his date jealous, who happened to notice and dragged him off the dance floor asking him what he thought he was doing. I caught the glint in his eye as he was drug off. It was fun. We were dancing. Someone came up to me, to dance with me. Perfection in a moment, that was it.