The dance lessons were not working. Harold had signed up for a ballroom dancing class at the local senior center. He explained to the instructor that he wanted to ask a woman to marry him. “Her name is Doris,” he said, “and dancing is very important to her.”
The instructor listened attentively as Harold continued. “Unfortunately for me, one of the reasons that my first wife divorced me was because I can’t dance. Yes, it’s true. That was actually itemized in the divorce papers as one of her many grievances against me. She had always accused me of having absolutely no rhythm and of possessing two left feet.”
“I see,” the dance instructor responded sympathetically. “I’m sure we can teach you the basics.”
“Doris, whose first husband, Alan, had died three years earlier, told me that the one thing she loved most about Alan was that he was a wonderful dancer,” Harold explained. “She also mentioned that if she ever got married again, all she really wanted to do at her wedding would be to dance the night away with her new husband.”
Harold let out a big sigh. “So I know that for there to be any glimmer of hope of asking Doris to marry me, I need to learn how to dance. ”
The ballroom dancing instructor was very patient with Harold and she tried very hard to get him to hear the beat and follow the music.
Unfortunately, his first wife was right about his dancing skills. He really didn’t have any rhythm and he did seem to dance as if he had two left feet. So after six weeks of frustration in trying to learn how to dance, Harold gave up not only his attempts to learn how to dance, but his dream of asking Doris to marry him.
Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt where we are supposed to write a post using “The dance lessons were not working” as our first line.
Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “glimmer.”