"If you lose your one and only...." She sang.
It was the version done by a different singer that was more EMP than the original done by the famous duo. It didn't matter because we danced on the floor while we heard it. Marcie was in my arms. To be honest, that was the only thing I was thinking about. It had been a while since we went out dancing. She was wearing her black cowgirl hat with her red sundress and cute boots. I wore the Wranglers as I was expected to do along with a flannel. We just held each other as we danced slowly to the song.
One of the reasons we enjoyed the place we were dancing was because it was a free zone in a way. Sometimes when we go out, there's people watching us like a hawk because of the slight age difference. It normally is something I don't worry about. Marcie is Marcie. She is the woman I love and care about and she is mine. In my heart, that was all that mattered.
There were plenty of times that Marcie would bring it up when we were first an item. It was always something we bonded on because I would just hold her. As much as I enjoy being in her arms, she seems to gravitate to mine. There was always a comfort in each other's arms so often. I guess that's why even though the song changed to something a little peppier, we just kept dancing slowly.
It was a little while longer when we went back to our table before the waitress brought us two more drinks. Marcie was drinking a White Russian that night. I was drinking straight cola. I wanted to make sure I had my Queen home safely. As we nursed our drinks, we were discussing our week.
"So, how did things go with Aubrey?" she asked.
Aubrey, my assistant, wanted to help her husband feel better as he was getting more stressed. I recommended to her that she contact her mother-in-law to maybe help her fix his favorite meal to help him feel better.
"It went alright. Aubrey wondered where the idea came from," I said smiling.
Marcie returned the smile.
"I'm curious myself to be honest."
"Pure imagination."