When I saw the girl with the silk sash I ruled myself out. She was probably a prom queen or someone like that, in a society above mine. She approached the doors from one side, my friend Will and I from the other, but we reached the door before her and the other girl. I entered and avoided glancing in her direction.
They came up behind us in the ticket line, and I let a glance slip. I did a double take–she was beautiful. But she also saw me look at her, no doubt. Never mind her, though, just never mind.
Will and me watched the first dance and got accustomed to the atmosphere from the outside ring, leaning on the four-foot wall. I noticed her on the other side, mingling carefree. But never mind. I devoted more effort to ignoring her.
The dance floor cleared to prepare for the next dance, then couples began to gather along the length of the floor. Will said we’d better find partners for the next one, and I agreed. Suddenly, a girl ran up to him and said, “Hey, Will. A friend of mine needs your help.” So he was whisked off to a partner. He came to the dances a lot, though, and this was my first time. I didn’t know a single person here…had to find a partner. The girl with the sash! A burst of excitement caught fire in my veins. But with it came fear like acid. I cowered back, pretending to look at a text message. She was right over there. No…no…, I kept telling myself, hesitating on the brink. What was it that froze me until the violin struck up and it was too late?
The dance floor was full and the outside ring was nearly empty. It seemed like just me and the two girls. I tried to play it cool, to look busy. Could she and the other girl sense me, pacing awkwardly back and forth? She wore a black dress, and I a matching black shirt. Now my mind was consumed by them. I will ask her to dance the next, I thought, my anxiety building with every moment I waited. She was the most beautiful girl in the hall. I should have just approached her then. But still I delayed, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
The dance was over, now was my time. But I bought an instant more by talking to Will—perhaps she would see my friends and I would seem better in her eyes. “Have you found a partner yet?” he asked. “I’m just about to go get one,” I told him. I rounded the entrance from the dance floor back into the outer ring and saw her. But Will was leaning over the wall to talk to her. A smile, a nod. “Oh…you’re going to dance with her?” I asked as he walked past to meet her on the outside. “Yeah,” he grinned. It was that easy. I opened my mouth, but just smiled and managed to mumble, “Cool.” She laid the sash aside. Her first dance was his. I danced with her friend, the second girl.
Later I finally danced with the girl in black. What delight when her smile was toward me. Desire, of a strange kind, appeared that night in me. It evades words—the poets would say that is a good sign. Even if it comes to naught, that night I was alive; all else but her was lost for the while, and afterward my heart buzzed with it. Talking with her, even simply looking and thinking about her, dredged up deep emotion, lingering in my senses like sugar on the teeth. And yet later, it was Will who received her letter, not I.
Note To Self. Remember the fatality of Hamlet’s and my hesitation. Remember the foolishness of false humility. It’s not about if it will work out or not. Looking to the future is trying to control my world and profit from the relationship. What does it mean to love in Christ a girl who you barely know? It means to be free to relate to her openly, without secret reservation or subconscious regard to my appearances. (That is be self-preservation and self-focus.)
Remember, feet, and next time be quick. Tongue, be brave. Self, pursue your desire and do not delay, for fear is doubting the God at your shoulder and that he is willing to delight you. If my life is held safe by another, I will show that I trust him by making myself vulnerable to hurt and failure. If my competence is in God, I will not protect myself from embarrassment. Following my desires is simply running in His fields of freedom. And this running free is trusting in the keeper of the field. In the end It will turn into His glory. So next time, go after the girl in the black dress and the silk sash.