O, I was out walking today and watched as a man noticed a woman coming toward him on the sidewalk. She looked up and recognized him and smiled. Their eyes met and I was enthralled in their story instantly. He began to slow his gait almost 20 feet before he reached her. It was obvious he was meaning to stop ...if she wanted him to. She slowed and soon they were in the midst of a "Hey, how are you? How are the kids?" conversation. It was amicable. Well, they both sure did smile a lot.
It made me realize that all men do this. And it is so charming.
Imagine if there were some soft music playing. He is walking across the dance hall and he sees her. He is unsure if she wants to dance, especially unsure if she would dare be seen dancing with him, but he slows to catch her eye and say a word in passing. He realizes that she is not only stopping to talk but smiling and giving him her full attention. He is enamored. Perhaps he is enamored with his own skills, but enamored nonetheless.
The brief dance that the couple does: smiling, chatting, exchanging pleasantries; all of this is intimate whether on the city street or on the dance floor. It is a funny and often lovely thing to watch. It reminded me today that a man's smile (his genuine smile) is irreplaceable. It is soothing and warm, welcoming and inviting, boyish and happy. I saw today that no matter how old a man may get or how serious his occupation there is always a wanting for a dance...and I was glad to have stopped at that light today to be able to see it first hand.
