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THE 'ROMANTIC SIDE OF LOVE' BY GEORGE WILDER JR.
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The Romantic Side of Love
By
George Wilder Jr.
This was 1976 and disco was king. His name was Michael Duke. He was a twenty-six year old African-American male. He stood about five foot nine, one hundred sixty pounds. He was actually a very good looking carmelite face young man. He was young and free. He worked as a law clerk at Mason and Gray Law Firm located downtown in the Chicago Loop. Most of his friends called him Mike. And like most of his friends, he lived for the weekend. Friday and Saturday nights were his nights for going out night clubbing. Mike loved music and he loved to dance. He thought he was the best. Mike didn't have a steady girl, only because he didn't want to be slowed down at what he loved doing, and that was meeting all kinds of people including, girls. He felt if he went out alone, the more women he was bound to meet, without having account to anyone about his actions. Actually Mike just wanted to dance, he needed to let others know each week that he could move. And move well. He practiced all the time in front of his bedroom mirror. It had been a heavy day for young Mike at work. His duties at the firm consisted of almost every thing imaginable.
They included, legal research for counsel, verifying citations, proofreading the judges orders, case management, and assisting the judge in the day's courtroom proceedings, and preparing bench memos. However, some things would have to wait until after the weekend was over. To Michael Duke, the weekend had always taken forever to come but it had finally arrived. As he left his office to retrieved his late model sports car from a city garage, he literally jumped behind the steering wheel of the pumped up vehicle. He almost broke every speeding law there was trying to get home to change into his disco dancing attire. Mike was so eager to dance. He wanted to meet women and dancing was a really good way of meeting young girls and women. Most of them always wanted to dance with someone who knew how. And he knew how, at least he thought he did.
Mike never did like going out alone. But whenever he brought some of his friends along, they would always tried to make him feel guilty afterwards, all because he would end up having more fun than they would or could. Until he found the girl of his dreams, he would continue to go out solo. Believe it or not, it was actually more fun. Mike finally made it home from work safely. He lived on the very near north side of city of Chicago at Division and Rush Streets. Mike paid a very high rent on a two bedroom dwelling. This was his apartment/condo it was just a couple of blocks from the lake. He resided on the tenth floor of the highrise complex.
As he entered his bachelor pad like home, he started throwing off his work clothes. Mike didn't waste anytime getting to his closet. His laid out his wardrobe across the king size bed. Then he turned on his beat stomping stereo to sounds of Diana Ross's Love Hangover. He soon rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. While in the shower, he was singing along with the hit disco song. Mike sang as if he knew the song better than the recording artist, herself. Mike had always been told he had a great singing voice. He was soon out of the shower and into his clothes. He dawned a Gibson Three Piece suit. Along with a silk blue tie and red Marcus Day shirt. Along with a pair shiny beige lace-up squared toed dress shoes. He was sharp.
Soon he left his apartment and entered his car, a red Dodge Astro, which he recently purchased. He knew just where he was going. This place was called the Dynamite Two-Step Lounge located on the near north side of the city. This was an area where anyone who was anybody could pay thirty dollars for a median size class of beer. But this was Friday, and most people whom were out and about that night could afford it, because a lot of them had just just received their weekly back breaking paychecks.
Mike soon arrived at the night club, emerged from his car and handed the keys over to one of the many valet parking attendants whom were waiting frantically to service the club's many weekend patrons. Reaching the front door entrance of the dance club, he paid $60.00 to get in the place. It was high classed and very expensive. He received a ticket back as proof that he was actually a paying patron. Everyone was a patron. Therefore it he left the place, he could return that same night, without having to pay a second time. He walked inside the club and saw ordinary people including black and white women who appeared to have worked very hard at trying to be beautiful. It worked for some but for others, it didn't. However, they did make an impression. Dance music bounced off the walls into everyone's ears. Also, it seemed as if most everyone was trying to hold conversations over the music, which made all the combining voices sound like stone duck gibberish. Mike strolled over to the bar, because of the crowd, had kind of push his way through to the bartender to order a drink. Mike ordered a tropical drink called, mellow sunrise. regardless of the name, it did not have a trace of alcohol in the cocktail anywhere. Mike was not a smoker nor drinker. However, he respected what some people did, as long as they didn't try and push their vices upon him.
While at the bar, he turned a 360 degree angle where he had stood, it was if he was casing the joint like an FBI agent. Suddenly there she was. She looked to be an angel from heaven. He saw her on the multicolored flashing strobe light flicking to the beat of the music under the marbled checkered dance floor. The beauty was slow dancing with some guy to the Hall and Oats hit, song, Sara Smile or some simular. The young lady was dressed in a blue evening gown that was laced with coloreful paradise emlems along with a sea of lovely roses embodied in the slinky garment that swept the floor with every step she took. She seemed to have melted inside the arms of her partner as the music played on. She looked so wonderful, so sincere, so innocent, and that was the kind of person that could be loved forever. She could have been around twenty-three years old. She was white and gorgeous. A young Hallie Belly could only be impressed. The lady knew she had an affect on almost every guy. Even now, from a short distance, she looked so soft and sweet and impeccibly innocent to Mike.
Mike almost envied the guy she was dancing with and holding. Mike wanted to meet her, regardless of how many male friends she might have. She was someone he wanted to know. And Mike knew that if he thought she looked like an angel other guys did too. Mike had to get her attention. However, he didn't want her to think that he was just another guy vying for her attention. Even though he was. It seemed like it took forever for the song to be end but it finally ended. The elegant lady walked back to her seat at the bar alone, while her dancing partner exited the dance floor in the opposite direction. Mike couldn't take his eyes off of her. However, this lady knew that she was being stared at by so many men. She kind of liked the admoration she was getting.
Mike knew that walking up to her to a start conversation would be pressing. A woman like that must have heard every line in the date book. Mike went up the disc jockey and asked the young to play a special song for him. Mike requested, Boogie Fever, by The Sylvers. It was a up tempo song, with that funky disco beat. A sure groove to get everyone on their feet. Mike decided to take the dance floor. He soon got up courage up to ask the lady for a dance. Mike broke through the storm of guys who surrounded her at the bar, but they were not engage in any kind of conversation with her at all. They all just googled. Suddenly the two of them were eyeballing each other. Her eyes were and felt soft and warm. Mike could see that her skin was glowingly and remarkably beautiful even more than before.
"Would you dance with me?" Mike asked with a lump in his throat. She said nothing, while getting up from the bar and taking Mike by his hand, he led her gently to to the illuminating colorful dance floor. The requested song was still shouting. Mike could tell that she was not a drinker, like he, and maybe she only came out to places like this to get attention. She was sure getting it. Mike was absorbing the the beat of music as he put left foot forward upon the dance floor. It almost seemed like it lit up more. Mike told himself that he would take easy with her, she may not know much outside of slow dancing. However, he never give too much credence to that thought. After all, he didn't really know her.
They were now dancing. Mike was totally surprised by her agility to the faster paced music. Suddenly, she was smiling and looking at him with that million dollar smile and all the time shaking her firm round booty. Mike began smiling too. That moment he became a one woman man. If he ever became a rich man. He wanted her to share his wealth. And he didn't even know her name. At least not yet. It was clear that they liked each other. Mike wanted to hold her, he suddenly grabbed her by the hand and pulled her closer and she give in to his aggressiveness, it almost seem like with pleasure. Suddenly, her chin rested on his broad shoulders. Mike had his arms wrapped tightly around her lower waistline with one hand settled gently on her firm little butt. Mike did not want to dance apart anymore. His heart was clearly guiding his actions. The on lookers in the club thought it was a little bit strange for dance couple to be slowing dancing to a fast playing song. Mike wanted to hold her. Their facial cheeks were caressing each other. Mike could no longer think about anything else but his lovely dancing partner.
Still holding her in his arms, Mike felt like the luckiest man in the world. As he led her in dance, the patrons on the dance floor were giving the couple more room to do their thing, however, they did not need space. It was their privacy. "What is your name?" Mike asked, as he laid his lips upon her ear. "Nia" she whispered as she buried her entire body into his solid and warm embrace. "I'm Mike, and it is a real pleasure to meet you." he said, with his heart beating so fast, hoping not to get out step with her. She was doing a splendid job of dancing on the hard floor. Could this be true at first sight? he asked himself. No, that only happens in love stories and movies. "Mike agreed, it's a very good affectionate pleasure." The song was over, and before they could release each other, another song had begun, it was the slow moving bluesy number hit, 'Fooled around and fell in love ' by Elvin Bishop.
Mike felt just like the song with its powerful lyrics was on target and about his life at that single moment. Nia, what a lovely name for a lovely individual, he thought. The song ended, and it was soon followed by Sweet Love, a slow love tune, recorded by Lional Richie and The Commodores. It was clear to those who were paying any kind of attention to the two on the dance, that sparks were starting to fly. The two were now in a world of their own, and also in each other arms. Suddenly in the middle of the song, Nia asked Mike to escort her back to her seat. Still holding her hand, Mike was on his way to the place where he first saw that face.
"You have blue eyes, I think that is very unusual," she said. "I'm with you, I also think it's a bit strange for an African-American man to have blue eyes, but I surly have them. " He said "They are very pretty," she told a blushing Mike Duke. "I don't even know your name", she said, softly. "Sorry," it's Mike. He said, awkwardly. "Is is okay if I call you, Michael.," she said as she poured her warm eyes all over him. "Sure you, can." Nia, had decided it was time for her to be leaving, only because she had to be at work the next morning. She worked on Saturdays helping out at the community clinic that catered to the low income and unemployed. Mike envisioned her as someone special and someone he would proud to call a friend, and even more. He had fell in love with her. He knew that she liked him too but he did not know how much.
Mike helped with her light jacket, and they both were heading towards the main entrance, the slow song Kiss and Say Goodby, by the Manhattans was streaming and melting the hearts of the two young people, including most people in the club. Mike escorted Nia out to her car. They both were now standing outside the Dynamite Two-Step night club's door, waiting for her car to brought up by valet parking. The people who saw the two standing there together, thought they were a great looking couple. Mike could no longer contain himself. He turned towards Nia and kissed her softly upon her glossy lips. She looked up at him while Mike was pressing harder into her. She soon joined him in the kiss. "Is it at all possible if I can see you again?" He asked her, emotionally. It was love a first sight.
"You bet you can, I'd be disappointed if we didn't see each other again."she said. "Do you come here a lot?" "No" Do you always kiss other guys the way you just kissed me?" He asked. "No" Then Nia, reached inside her purse and pulled out a pen and paper then quickly wrote down her full name and number. She also wrote, I had a great time, thank you. Her car was coming around the corner, it was a late model 1976 Blue Dodge Charger. It was pulled up in front of her, a valet attendant emerged. Nia, gave him a sizable tip for bringing her car. She gave Mike the noted paper. "Call me." she said, very sweetly. Mike watched her drive away, soon he decided to call it a night, too. When he made it home, he called her an hour later. Nia answered, Mike could almost feel and see her smiling. 'ONE ENCHANTED EVEN UNDER THE MOONLIGHT' also available on this website,check it out, and enjoy.
THE END
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