The Dance of Love

As I said yesterday, I met someone that I really like. But it occurred to me this morning, when I called him to tell him that I was thinking about him, and he didn't say he had been thinking about me too, that there is an art to the beginning of a romance, rules to go by, a dance of sorts, where one partner cannot lead more than the other. There must be a tandem, a fit that works perfectly, not too fast nor too slow. It's kind of like playing poker, this new love thing. You can't reveal your hand too soon and you must never put all your cards on the table until the dealing is done.