||Kyle Fischer - Should Your Way
Almost everyone else was dancing, or having riveting catch-up conversations with friends or relatives they hadn't seen in forever, the kind of people weddings bring back together. But you and I were mutually repulsed by the cheesy, token wedding reception music and not wanting to condone it by dancing. Bored, I snapped a digital picture of you that didn't click until you were already rolling your eyes, then offered you my last piece of gum.
"A true friend," you remarked, nodding at the empty foil. I cringed undetectably.
"You remember that," I said. You smiled, and laughed your I know how you are laugh. I am certain that you did not realize the wistful look in your eye (and probably no one else did either, don't worry).
"This music should not go on. What is it?"
"It should be jazz," I agreed, shaking my head in disapproval. "Coltrane and Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong..."
"--and Sinatra!" Your enthusiasm was probably unintentional, and I was painfully aware of the awkwardness surfacing at our agreement about such things, which had been going on all day. "Nothing is ever that classy."
"I am at least that classy," I challenged.
"Okay, besides you." After conceding, you saw the need for a subject change. "I liked that CD, you should make me another."
"Tell me exactly what you like, and I will."
And then our silly little game of close-but-not-too-close will ring in another round, one of hundreds, and I will enjoy every minute of it and then go home feeling tortured. Connected, and completely tortured.