Two Strangers.

Since that night it was clear we needed to dance again soon. So we did.

My lucky day, Friday the 13th. My heart was beating faster than normal when I walked to pick him up. Smile. Hug. Long hug.

We didn’t care it was a Kizomba party that night; we zoukked it up. Only few dancers showed up – great, more space to dance, we both noted. First dance since then and we couldn’t hide our smiles. After that, there was no one else. Connection, laugh, play, joy. Long talks ‘till early hours. Who is this stranger with who I connect so perfectly?

Breakfast, our first practice. Amazing brunch, nap, another practice, dinner. Sleep-eat-dance kind of a day, just the way we both imagine a perfect day to be like. Like our own private dance festival weekend. Conveniently, a beautiful Valentine’s Day zouk party just happened to be on town. I couldn’t stop dancing with him in my mind even when dancing with others. Our special connection was too obvious to hide. Last dance and there was no doubt with who we both wanted to dance it with.

Slow Sunday for sharing our thoughts of dancing and dance stories. Way too much in common. Off to yet another practice that turned out the most fun and inspiring practice ever. Suddenly the stranger didn’t feel like a stranger at all.

Off to work half-sleep – it seemed we had too much to talk about. Testing our dance connection in a tango class. Wow, we just work together. One more dance party where we could go crazy. And crazy we went.

It is just amazing what dancing can bring into my life. The weekend was so much more either of us ever expected. A beautiful start for a beautiful friendship between two dance-holics. Freaking intense.

Thank you Daniel. For the dances, the perfect moments, your openness, the laughs, for making me feel that everything just makes sense in this world.