The first time we danced i was wearing a brown plaid jumper. He was making jokes all the time, dancing funny, he made me laugh a lot. He still does. I forgot about that first dance, it was thirteen years ago, it was a key moment in a relationship that took four years of flirting to get realized. Four years of brief meetings, unsually profound talks that lasted all nigth and left me with a religious experience kind of feeling. We had bimensual or trimensual glances for a year. A plutonic and patient love. I dont remember the jokes he made on that first dance, we didnt even touch, it was still kind of ilegal: i was 13 and he was 20. When i was with him, i totally forgot about this young hot boy friend i had, it was as if he didnt even exist. He was very jealous of my then plutonic love, he suspected of our secret unconfesed intentions, but i was never unfaithfull to him, not fisically anyway. We rarely dance anymore, i will take him dancing one of these days.