I’d always loved to dance, and I knew once I’d had a few drinks I’d loosen up and have even more fun. How could I do that with Nathan gone just under a month? Life went on though, and I knew I had to as well. I walked out, ready to go, but with reservations. Kristi was in dark blue body hugging dress, and as usual, looked better than I did. I didn’t say anything though, since she would just argue with me. We headed out to a club in Denver instead of going far off, Kristi had said she’d heard good things about it. As I expected it was a little awkward for me at first, as we entered the building. The music pounded and I felt the itch to go dancing, let go, and lose myself in the rhythm of the music for a while. I also felt disgusted with myself. Make sense or not, how could I dare to enjoy myself when he was gone forever? I considered squashing the emotion, it wasn’t overwhelming anymore, but I suspected that would just make it even worse later. Still, after a drink or two, and being dragged out onto the dance floor, I couldn’t help but start to enjoy myself. I did try not to dance with anyone outside of my best friend, but that was difficult as well without being rude. It was awkward, the harmless flirting while dancing with a man was completely out of the question for me, but I managed to have fun anyway.
