The Winter Concert: 6:30-7:00 PM

6:30 PM-7:00 PM: Mr. C pulls his hand out of mine as we come in sight of the concert hall.  Cue my cringe at the standard protocol I've helped create.  As of now, we've kept everything extremely hush-hush.  You know, the kind where only your closest dozen-and-a-half friends (which becomes everyone else in the room faster than you can fall out of a chair) know and just proceed to not talk about in front of you two.

We walk into the choir room and join the rest of the University Chorus.  Mr. D1 is dancing at the front of the room besides the piano to The Accompanist's jazzy tune.  I walk ahead of Mr. C and join in, only swaying back and forth because my hands are full with my music and a jacket.  Mr. D1 takes one look at me and pulls my belongings out of my hands, sets them down on the piano, and offers his hand.  I take it and we begin dancing.

You have to understand: the last guy I danced with I dated for two years; the guy before that I fell in unrequited love with for over six months (He was British, give me a break).  I have somehow gone on considering dancing with someone as the equivalent of getting a promise ring.  Actually, I’m forgetting the drunken fraternity boy I met at my first college party a couple of weeks ago, but that’s another tale for another time.  I never called him back so that kind of screws with my analogy...

Regardless, this scene becomes even more loaded when you consider the fact that I’ve been in love with Mr. D1 since I met him.  Or soon thereafter.  It’s hard to tell because I was dating the Ex at the time, so those damn things called emotions were all over the place.  The official word from Mr. D1, who is well aware of my not-so-undisclosed crush, is that sometimes he feels it and sometimes he doesn’t, and that he wouldn’t feel it fair to pursue me without having his whole heart in it.  And sometimes I wish he wasn’t such a goddamn nice guy.

As Mr. D1 twirls me around the floor the entire room stops and watches him lead me through different twists and turns.  The chemistry between us sets every nerve in my body alight.  Mr. C just takes a seat in the middle of the room and watches.