.: Good Times. Good Times :.

Last night I got the chance to hang out with a dancer from long ago. It was wonderful. It was so nice to bring back old memories and catching up on things, too. And nice it is too to fall into old habits...

D was always my "weekend boyfriend". I didn't bother with a real one as I always out of town traveling to exchanges and stuff anyways. Attentive and affectionate, D was the perfect boyfriend without all the work. More specifically, when I would have to go grocery shopping to feed the troops, D would help out. To the untrained eye, we looked very much like a couple shopping together. We would be refering to a list together closely, sending each other off to find things, then calling out "honey" up and down the aisles only to pair up again. Then we'd be all huggy or holding hands at the checkout line.

And that was how it was again last night. So easy and comfortable, just to hug each other. Holding hands as we stepped out to the dance floor. And then the dancing. we'd changed our styles over the years but I still felt a good connection though we were a little off. If that makes any sense at all...

Good times though, good times...