A hand on my back

I had just accepted my last dance for the evening. I was on some sort of high (or perhaps just dizzy from all the turning), but my feet were tired and didn't know what to do anymore.
He had come, taken my hands and led me on the dance floor with his eyes fixed on mine.
As I tried to understand & match his fluid rythmn, I stumbled more and more. I was a little embarrassed, he was a peer, taller than me (the first!) and he knew what he was doing.

"If you make a mistake, I notice and it is my responsibility to correct it, so don't try to correct yourself, just keep dancing" Those were his words to me, gentle not condemning. I wondered why I thought it was up to me.

I paused for a second and asked him how to follow his lead, what I should pay attention to.
"Feel my hand on your back. Let it turn your hip and shoulder. Let it lead you."
I leaned back and rested in his arm, until I could feel even the slightest change in pressure in his hand. "Yes, just like that" My body started to move with his, turning on his cue.

"It's impossible to make mistakes in social dancing, just have fun"
We moved across the floor slowly, I started to get use to his hand. The music stopped, I asked him for another song. We continued, and I began to move in ways I had not been taught.

I was delighted and grateful for the time he gave. His five years of dancing to my few lessons and one evening. He may have been relieved to move on and dance with those whose experience matched his, but perhaps on another evening he will ask again.

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I'm learning to follow
I'm learning to let go
I'm learning to move with the music
I'm learning to give up control
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how wonderful it is to be a woman