You looked vibrant, dancing away in your stunning black dress with that gentleman. I tapped on his shoulder and he started dancing with me. He asked me questions and we bantered back & forth. His enthusiastic dancing and friendly demeanor encouraged me to relax and have a good time.
Until I glanced your way.
My heart sank and my feet stilled as I saw your narrowed eyes and the almost imperceptible look of catty disdain. To make thing worse, you pasted on a half- smile because you wanted to show that you were un-affected when you noticed I was looking your way. From your perspective, you were basking in his attention when I rudely interrupted. I deserved that look.
What you did not know is;
-that he had asked me to dance earlier and I had told him I would join him in a few mintues
-I did not know that you were dancing together. I often do not observe my environment when I’m focussed on a goal (e.g. find the gentleman and dance with him as promised)
-that although he was attractive, he certainly was not worth hurting you. Not by a long shot, my precious sister in Christ.
-that I would never steal or even compete for a man’s attention. I truly believe if a man wants you, he will make that clear to all parties.
Why didn’t I come over and apologize to you right away as per my instinct?
–1 cup cowardice, I did not want to create a scene. I was fearful of approaching you and of your reaction
–1/4 cup laziness, breaking the dancing momentum seemed ornerous.
–2 tablespoons of selfishness, he was cute and nice…I wanted to keep him for myself.
– a dash of pride, I felt hurt by that look you gave me…we have know each other a little, don’t we? Why would you so quickly assume the worst of me? Why do I have to come over and apologize to you?
Anyway, I’m sorry beautiful lady. Your peace is disturbed and so is mine. I will make sure to come find you tomorrow and apologize.