Stampede country bar

Temecula CA

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December 10th, Friday night I was at the country bar while on business. You have dark curly hair past the chin in length, you wore jean short shorts a white V neck shirt. It wasn’t the outfit but your ability to dance that had me memorized. You were the best one out there. Your smile and joy of dancing was sexy as hell, more intoxicating than the hard cider in my hand. I love to dance country, swing, salsa, and bachata. You were with two friends, a couple that sat at the bar stage left as you past me back and forth between dances. You looked like a regular as all the cowboys danced with you and I consider myself a confident man but I felt something fierce watching you. Fear. A real risk. Not of potential disappointment of if I were to approach you and trip over my feet, rather me being vulnerable by actually putting myself out there in earnest. Ain’t always the cowboy that rides away. She left me a year ago. In truth probably longer than that in her heart. This last year I added to the pain, I have cried myself to sleep and drank through my sorrows. All the while trying to take care of two small children. I have ridden and been stomped on by bulls in my younger days. But nothing hurts more than getting hit in the heart. So when I least expect it, I see you that night and god all I wanted was just one dance. To spin you around. I let my nerves get the best of me. I know I may not be your most talented dance partner but what I lack there I shine in a shared joy and love for dance. That feeling hasn’t left me since December and I have to get back to that feeling, back to you, it felt like living after sleep walking this life. When a 6’1” cowboy with a white hat with an owl eagle feather, beard and smiling like hell as he extends his hand for a dance please look into his hazel eyes and say, “About damn time cowboy!”