Sighing heavily, I entered the gymnasium for my social dance class, dreading yet another wrestling match with Old Joe, the lecherous senior citizen taking the class as an extension course. I reflected that taking a dance class for my phys ed class might be a way to meet men, but maybe not quality ones.
A new man sat across the room.
A handsome man!
When the teacher called for us to find partners for the Fox Trot, we sashayed casually toward each other, he extending his hand; I with a smile.
Today we celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary.
I wrote this as an assignment for my Writing 101 class on word count. Since I’m pretty confident with the high word counts, I challenged myself with a low word count. That, in itself, created another challenge because most of the short writing assignments were for fiction, which I really cannot write. Seriously. Then I realized I didn’t have to write fiction; I could write about meeting the love of my life. And so I did.