III MET REGGIE AT A DANCE.
I’d known him for a long time. The correct phrase is “known of him.”
Sorry.
I prefer to hug and touch than talk. So writing is a new skill for me.
And I’m learning so many new skills these days.
Anyway, Reggie was on edge of the dance floor. And I went up and hugged him.
Almost spilled his fruit punch.
He didn’t say anything, but smiled and hugged me back.
We stood that way for a while.
A while.
Then he asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said I did if we could hug meanwhile.
So we hugged and shuffled until the music quit.
He’s a good dancer.
Then he looked into my eyes and bent down to kiss me on the forehead.
I got hot in my face. [Blushed?]
And then I took his face in my hands and kissed him on his mouth.
A long while.
When I was done, I laughed
