J: Return of the Dancing One

Just as I was finally getting over him, Dancing boy sucked me back in.

He emailed me out of the blue to tell me that he missed dancing with me. Oh yeah, he said that!!!

Secretly, I’ve been wondering why (and disappointed by the fact that) he hasn’t reached out to find out why I haven’t been out dancing on Friday night for the last…um…two months or so.

If you were wondering at the lack of dancing references too…it’s because I severely sprained my foot during one of my many classes and after multiple visits to the doctor, x-rays and a trip to a foot specialist, I was put in a boot (and not the sexy dancing kind). I’m down to about a week left, booted and at that point, all dancing activity will resume…with a vengance. Anyhooo….

Apparently, he’s been off the dancing scene for about as long as I have (and perhaps wondering why I haven’t wondered why he wasn’t there and disappointed that I haven’t reached out to him…) Hmmm…

So, I responded to his email with one of my own, explaining about the sprain and the boot, and basically told him to keep his dancing game up because when I’m back on my feet (foot) again, I’m gonna rock the house!

He responded to me, sympathizing about the foot and explaining that he’s still dancing, just on a different night. Last line of that email: "I miss you, take care".

Smiley, smiley, smiley Jane.

So, I waited a day and responded that I’d let him know when I was all better and that maybe we could end up on the same dance floor sometime. And also that it had “been too long“.

His response was that if I told him when I was back out, we’d definitely be on the same dance floor.

Mmmm….

I know, I know…”Jane, watch it! You have to protect your heart!”

Most likely, he’s just missing his fix of female adoration and knows that he can easily get it from me. I’m pretty sure that that this wonderful, fun, warm fuzzy email communication has come about because of the very fact that I’ve been distant.

I have to keep myself from expecting too much. I have to enjoy the moment and just know that the guy’s a charmer, and that he‘s this way with all the girls.

I can’t let myself think any of this means anything more than that perhaps, he does actually miss me. He’s a friend, yes? I have other friends who miss me too when we don’t see each other in awhile. It most likely is the very same thing.

If nothing else, this has made one thing clear: while looking forward to each email from the Dancing boy, and stressing out over every response I send back, I’ve found myself not exactly avoiding...but also not eagerly anticipating calls from the Sunflower guy and barely responding to texts. I’m just too scared of the conversation that I think that we are going to need to have.

I guess that says something of it’s very own.