Wednesday night. July 15, 2015.
At McDonald’s for a late night cup of coffee. College age couple ahead of me waiting for their order. They were dancing to a song on the PA.
Very subtle. Mainly just shifting the weight on their legs in time to the music. But they moved well together. Sexy. Could tell by the way they exchanged smiles where this was going to lead to later.
I got a kick out of them and I wished them well in my head. But I also experienced one of those old man moments.
Pangs of jealousy and loss.
Then I really heard the song they were dancing to. American Pie. Instantly time traveled back to when I was their age.
I, um, danced, with six girls that year.
So I had my time.