I was in town for a weeklong class at a University downstate, and I found out that on Thursday nights there was Folk Dance in town.I was in town for a weeklong class at a University downstate, and I found out that on Thursday nights there was Folk Dance in town. Folk dancing has been a fantastic way to meet women; if there's any way to find out if the magnetism is there, dancing close to someone is perfect. It's also easy to send little signals and look for the right response. When I'm dancing normally, I hold a woman in one way; but if I'm attracted to her, I hold her in kind of a grip that's more like lovemaking: I give a real firm palm in the small of her back. If I don't get resistance, something may be cooking. The lights were all green with one lady, whose name I eventually learned was Margo. In some ways Margo wasn't my typical lady: she had a huge head of hair, and huge glasses, and generally had a kind of "loud" personality and appearance. But what a body! She had large earth-mother breasts that were not hidden by the dress she was wearing. She had a nice waist the contours of which I loved feeling as we danced. Though there's only so much of a "feel" you can cop and still be polite, my hand could tell that that waist flared out in the most sensual way to a quite generously-sized ass. From that feel, and my many glances down while we were together, or when her back was to me, I extrapolated what her whole body must look like, and it was spectacular. |