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All hail, Makayla, a boon to the senior male.

To date this blog has been impersonal, written under an alias, kept separate from my personal blog under my real name. Now I want to mention a real person in a real context: Makayla, a beautiful girl, a good dancer, a sensuous presence …

Makayla’s features are as Celtic (and as fetching) as her name, her face lights the hall with its warm friendly smile. I first noticed her dancing with Clyde. Clyde is much loved at the hall. Clyde is short, very short. Clyde is round, has a walrus mustache, is old. And here’s Clyde, dancing with the prettiest girl on the floor (typical Clyde!): much, much younger: an adult, but much much younger. Most folk around here are seventy and eighty, some sixty, some nintey, very few fifty and down. Many of our women are beautiful, attractive, graceful, agile, but they’re seventyish beautiful, attractive, graceful, agile! Makayla is beautiful, attractive, graceful, agile and doesn’t look anywhere near sixty! or fifty!! (But now we don’t have to guess: she tells us, as she sends pix, she’s 63!!! Make sure you see her note, below.)

So that’s how I first noticed her. Now, were I not with my darling beautiful, attractive, graceful, agile Jan (or with my favorite (beautiful, etc.) alternate partner, Carole), I’d make a beeline for Makayla! despite being seventy-four years old, and broke, a social reject (but not always a reject from women’s arms). But no, I’m occupied, Jan is up north, Carole is here, I appreciate Makayla from my end or the hall, an end opposite her’s.

The second time I ever noticed Makayla she was dancing with Bill. Bill is one of my rivals at the hall for being a good dancer, and a ladies man. Carole, who’s extra close to Bill, tells me the ladies call him “Pretty Bill.” Bill also (like me) is known to be generous as a dancer: he dances with this and that widow even if she’s twenty years older than he and not a good dancer, not beautiful: at eighty-six, or ninety-four. There’s Bill spinning Makayla around in a jitterbug featuring pretzel turn after pretzel turn: I do one basic pretzel; Bill does a “dozen”: he’s more upper-body in his dancing; I’m very lower-body.
I say to Bill, “What a cute girl! Who waz zat cute girl?!” “That’s Makayla,” Bill says.

So a month or so ago I’m doing a lindy with Carole, we’re generally the center of attention on the floor. Jan and I get regularly lauded, asked if we’re pros, told we should be on TV (ditto with Carole when Jan’s not here). But with Makayla on the floor, dancing mostly with one guy that night, a stranger to me (the great Buddy Canova on the bandstand), Carole and I are not the only attraction. Indeed, I lose Carole to Makayla’s charms! Makayla is improvising her lindy, knees bent, her adorable little rump puckered, her sheath skirt, half-way up her thighs, making her look #$%^&*!!, she uses her hands to like smooth her skirt down, giving all and sundry the delicious illusion that her skirt is riding up! In that sheath skirt we can all see quite clearly how female she is. Carole breaks away from me, rushes Makayla, gushing “I just love your dancing,” much to the obvoius pleasure of Makayla’s partner as well as to Makayla herself.

So last week I spot Makayla dancing with Clyde. I see her return to her place at the bar. Jan is still north, Carole hasn’t arrived yet, I charge. Makayla sees me coming, Ooo, she recognizes me! I think. She leaps from the stool, open armed, kisses me as I arrive in her embrace. Cheez! I guess she recognizes me alright.

I dance my first ever slow dance with her. (When I’d pointed out that it was a slow fox trot, she’d said, “I could use a cuddle.”
Chesus!)
A minute later I see Al walk by. Al is a German guy, married to the wonderful Helene. I see from my distance, Makayla jumps into Al‘s arms! gives him a kiss!

What’s Makayla up to? I certainly don’t think she’s soliciting any one. She just seems to be God’s gift to old men, making any of us who can stand up and move to music feel special, attractive, wanted, admired … virile!

Thank you, Makayla, what a beautiful girl.

I refer to some of this material at another blog: Wonderful to Be Old.

2012 12 13 A month and a half has passed since I posted the above. A few days have passed since Makayla sent the pictures now added. (Wow, right?)
The other night I introduced Jan and Makayla, Jan was instantly awestruck. “She’s not sixty-three!” was one of her comments. Another, very funny, I don’t share, at least not just yet.
But here’s delicious news: last night, Larry Musgrave, Makayla’s favorite, on the bandstand, I danced a couple of dances with Makayla, rhumba, lindy, and invited her to visit my other friends at “my” table on the other side of the hall. She graciously came and visited with us for a while: Jan at home, but Bill and Carole among the admirers. What a wonderful bunch of friends!