They covered major artists’ songs that were perfect for dancing. You could tell most of the couples dancing had been together for a while by their familiarity with each other’s steps and turns as they left sliding trails of sawdust on the wooden dance floor. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked. “Actually, I would like a mug of Coors Light if they have it on tap. If not, I’ll take a bottle,” I replied. “That’s my girl,” he said with wink. He returned to the table carrying two frosty mugs of cold beer. The band started playing a Trace Adkins song called ‘There’s a Girl in Texas’. He grabbed me by the hand and said, “Let’s go shake a tail feather.” We made our way out onto the dance floor. He placed his right hand in the small of my back as I placed my left hand on the back of his shoulder. One, two—one. One, two—one. One, two—one. Our steps and rhythm were in perfect sync. He was a great lead and easy to follow. We danced until we had both broken a sweat—and until it was time for the band to take a break.
