I’m writing this while watching Cooley High on Bounce TV. There is a scene where the guys attend a house party. Cochise asks the girl playing the records to play a slow jam and she does. The lights go off and the slow dragging begins.
That got me to thinking about my first slow dance. It happened at a convention that my dad took me to. There were all sorts of planned events for us kids. One was a dance.
I didn’t actually dance at the dance. I was 14 and still figuring out how to be a gay girl in a str8 world. But, there was a girl I liked and whom I thought liked me as well. So, after the dance there was a planned after party in one of the older kid’s hotel room.
There were about 20 of us there. The music started and the lights were dimmed. Someone brought some Heineken beer and poured a bunch of ice in the bathtub over the beer.
After a while everyone was having fun and most getting a little buzzed on the beer. Including me. So when someone dropped a slow jam on the boombox it didn’t take much for me and my crush to make our way to a corner to dance.
Surprisingly as we began to dance no one really looked at us like we were doing anything out of the ordinary. I suppose because of the people in this group there might have been more than just me and my crush who were walking on the gay side.
Anyway, I remember being really nervous. I tried to concentrate on moving to the beat of the music but as my crush held me tightly she kept beat for both of us. All I had to do was think about how good she smelled and how good it felt to be in her arms. I think I might have been trembling a bit too, while we were grinding to the music.
That first slow dance was really wonderful. It was sweet and warm and safe. Thinking about it reminds me of what drug users say about their first time doing drugs. How great that high was. And, that they spend the rest of their time after that chasing that same great high. But, it’s never as good as the first time.
That first slow dance was like that. I’ve never felt the same way since. I’ve had some epic slow dances since then but none as sweet and soft and wonderful as the first time.
Do you remember your first slow dance?
How do you refer to slow dancing; grinding, slow dragging or just slow dancing?