My First Dance

When I was in middle school, I had a crush on a girl. It started when we made eye contact, and we both smiled at each other. I was smitten ever since. Considering the way she looked at me, I had a feeling she liked me, too.

Our middle school had a number of dances every year. They were fairly awkward events in the cafeteria, particularly for a boy like me who was more shy and insecure than most of my peers. I was fairly slow to grow, and so I was still one of the shortest boys in my class. I sat in the front row, and asked way more questions than anyone else in my classes. I always had to share my opinion with everyone else. Braces were just sprinkles on top of my nerd sundae.

It turned out that one particular dance was not a total disaster for me. There she was - the girl of my dreams; we made eye contact; we talked; she asked me to dance! The moment where we first started dancing is frozen into my memory even to this day. It was my first real dance with a girl. Inexperienced and nervous as I was, I placed my hands on her shoulders, but she was bold: took my hands and placed them on her hips. From that point on, my heart was hers.

I never made much out of that experience. Even though I danced all the way home and was so excited I could hardly sleep that night, I never asked her for her number. We would see each other in the hallways, but I never spoke up. I'm sure I could have had a chance with her, but I didn't take it. My crush continued even through high school, and when I saw her years later in college it didn't change. I'm sure I could have asked her out and she would have said yes, but I didn't. By now, it's far too late: she'll forever remain that one who got away.

I've had many conquests with women over the years. I've held hands in July and grown goose bumps. There were kisses so powerful that we both staggered to stand afterwards. There were nights so passionate I'm sure my neighbors filed noise complaints. Even so, no memory with a woman is as vivid as that first dance, and no regret weighs so heavily as my failure to pursue her later. It's easy to not do something to avoid rejection, but rejection is a light burden compared to regret.