Staring into my beer, wondering what went wrong, I thought we had something good.
And who the hell dumps someone with a text?
I felt her come up beside me. Turning my head, I saw a cute little blonde anxiously grinning. "Um... I just wondered if you'd like to dance?"
"Dance?" I must have looked confused. She laughed and explained, like I was a bit simple. "It's a thing people do, to music, sway back and forth, usually on a dancefloor."
"Sure," I said, enjoying the way she teased.
Why not?
Not like there was anyone else, since I'd just had my ass handed to me by the woman I was planning to marry.
Following her to the dancefloor, I noticed three giggling women craning their necks to watch us, and realized she must have been coaxed to come over and ask me.
As I took her hand in mine, the music slowed, the lights dimmed as a romantic ballad started, and I slipped an arm around her waist.
She felt amazing in my arms, a perfect little package, slender with a nice set of curves. Though I could tell from the look on her face, she was still a little uncertain about dancing with a stranger. "So, was this dare?" I asked her.