10th grade. The song was “Stairway to Heaven.” I danced with a close friend. It was nice. 
I don’t remember my first slow dance so much for who it was as because I just remember it was the first time that I ever asked a girl to dance. I asked her, she said no. I was mildly distraught, but doing alright. I went to get some punch, but before I could get to the punch bowl someone tapped me by the shoulder. I turned around, and there she was! She had changed her mind. So we danced… it was great.
We were in 8th grade or so, and we were at a school dance. Jennifer, on whom I had an intense crush, was there, and I somehow worked up the nerve to ask her to dance. I have no idea how I did that, having been a shy and awkward youngster, but she said yes.
She smelled like candy; every now and then I still come across that same smell somewhere.
Anyway, when the song was over I panicked and fled.
Great story, Sqube.
Supposing you don’t mean to include the ones when my grandma was teaching me to dance…
7th grade. PBA (Policeman’s Benevolent Association) dance. Beautiful, blue-eyed Janet walked up and grabbed my hand. She said nothing, just led me out onto the dance floor. The song was “In the Still of the Night” by the Five Satins. (Yeah, it was a long time ago.)
We were together for almost three months. For me, that was a relationship longevity record that stood for several years.
Thanks for bringing back the memory!
June 1993, end of 7th gradew, with Andy at our friend Justin’s bar mitzvah at the New York Hall of Science. The song was “Everything I Do” by Bryan Adams, and I believe I asked him to dance. To this day if I hear that song I think back to that party.
I think it was sixth grade. I don’t remember the song but I definitely remember our robot dance - you know, you bend your arms, clutch each other nervously just above the elbows and rock from side to side as you turn a slow circle - imagine slow dancing with C-3PO. We’d look into each others eyes for a second and then look nervously away.
We probably weren’t ready to be slow dancing.
10th grade. I had a big crush on a particular girl who was there, but I hadn’t figured it out yet. It was the first dance I had ever been to, and I was sitting by the wall, half hoping nobody would make me dance and half hoping somebody would grab my arm and pull me off the wall and force me to dance with them. “Lady Marmalade” by Christina Aguilera and company came on (I’m a high school senior currently, for those who don’t know or couldn’t figure it out) and, to my amazement, the girl I had a crush on (again, I didn’t realize how much I liked her at the time) grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor, and of course I was resisting and saying “I don’t want to dance, I don’t want to dance, don’t make me dance” and she was saying “come on fetus, dance” (using my real name of course). A bunch of people (several of whom were my basketball teammates) gathered around us and basically shouted “go fetus, go fetus, go fetus…” (again, with my real name instead of fetus). To further calm my nerves, some of those people started dancing really terribly, by themselves, to make me feel better about myself. So I got into it, and I had never danced before so I just copied what she was doing. It was pure heaven. I just thought that was what dancing felt like, until I realized a few days later that I had a crush on her.
Wasn’t quite a slow dance. But it went at a slow, dreamlike pace in my mind, so I remember it as a slow dance. And of course, whenever I hear that song (which isn’t often) I think of that dance. I listened to that song a lot for a few months after that, too.
So…you had a crush on this girl, who asks you dance and nothing came from it? Fetus! Why the heck not??
btw, there are some great stories here. Thanks all
Oh yes, that Slow Dance…
1964, Greenfield Jr.High, there she was…Billie Rae Myers
sort of a rural,Pamela Anderson
I waited for the Song…Surfer Girl…Beach Boys
Eyes fixed on her…waiting for the Song,…circling and stalking
Finally,the Song…
Billie, may I have this Dance???
I started to lead,…but…nothing prepared me for…
Her Breasts were as big as Cannon Balls…Maintain,Maintain,
“Little Surfer,Little One,makes my heart come all undone”
I think that’s K-Ci and Jo-Jo. I danced to that as well at my 1998 prom, and wound up downloading it. Probably one of my most embarrassing downloads! 
My first slow dance was really odd.
I had gone away on a school trip. I was always a relatively… innocent (or perhaps naïve) kind of person, not knowing how to behave in certain situations because I had never had occasion to make the choice before. I was on a school weekend trip to Cheticamp, a French community not too far away. Our class went to one of the local dances there. I was never one much for dances, but we had to go. In my hometown, I never went to dances… they bored me. None of my friends went, and also I hated the music. Usually only the popular kids or kids who wanted to be popular went - the rest of us didn’t bother. Upon getting to this particular dance in Cheticamp, however, I saw that all types of people attended the dances there - even the types of people who, in MY town, usually wouldn’t be caught dead attending teen dances (ie skaters and punk rockers and metalheads) went, presumably because there was nothing else to do. I had a boyfriend at the time, but he didn’t go to my school, so he wasn’t with me on the trip.
A cute boy from Cheticamp came up and asked me to dance. I said I couldn’t do that because I had a boyfriend. He had long, wavy black hair, and long hair is my weakness… but I still said no.
Then I saw a girl who had a boyfriend dancing with another guy. So I took that to mean that it was okay to dance with other guys if you already had a boyfriend. I felt bad for turning the guy down.
So this other boy comes up and asks me to dance. I said “I have a boyfriend… uh, do people still dance with other people when they have boyfriends?” He said it was okay and led me to the dance floor. He was tall with long wavy blondish hair. He was even cuter than the other guy. It was kind of odd… not many people liked me where I lived, and they called me a “freak” because of my rainbow hair. Then I go to this even tinier community and suddenly I’m hot stuff! He was sweet; we talked while we danced, and I warned him I was clumsy and told him I’d never slow danced before… and he laughed, but not maliciously, when I stepped on his feet. When the song ended, we stepped apart and I went back to my class… most of them were amazed that I was dancing with a boy, and a really cute one at that, since they all knew boys didn’t usually like me. I think that was the first time I realised that the problem wasn’t with me. It was a nice self-esteem builder for me. I felt special.
I did feel bad for turning down the first boy, especially since he saw me dancing with the other one. I was going to go ask him to dance shortly after my dance with the tall blonde boy, but the dance ended and I never saw either of them again.
I don’t even know their names, to this day!
Also, later on I found out that the girl I saw dancing with a guy had been on a break with her boyfriend at that time, and I felt all guilty again for dancing with the guy. Haha. I’m so lame. :smack:
It was 5th grade, our Christmas Dance, so this would’ve been December 1986. I was 10 years old and the only girl in my grade who had a sort-of boyfriend, Ian Boles, age 11. It was a small Catholic school that had 4th-9th grades, so we were pretty much the youngest kids there. The DJ played “Stand by Me” and Ian asked if I wanted to dance. We walked out onto the gym floor and then we sort of froze, realizing we had no clue what to do. Finally he pointed at a couple of 8th graders nearby and said, “Ok, we’ll copy them. I think it’s like this…” and we managed to get into a workable position with his hand on my hip and my hand on his shoulder. Every time I hear that song I think of that night, learning to dance.
Navy Birthday Ball, sophomore year of college (yeah, I bloomed late)
Boyz II Men “End of the Road”, which was a song I loved. Mike and I danced it, and I was all swoony. Him being in dress uniform certainly didn’t hurt.
:: sigh ::
We didn’t date for very long, but I certainly remember that moment.
Oh my gosh, mine was “End of the Road,” too! I was 13, and it was at a Valentine’s dance in school. I went to an all-girl’s school for 11 years, so I wasn’t that experienced with talking to (let alone being around) boys. I’d been drooling over my friend’s gorgeous cousin all night, and the last song came on. “I’ll dance with…you!” he said, and grabbed me and led me out on the dance floor.
I’ll never forget how good he smelled, or how I felt in that moment. I had NO clue how to slow dance, so I held the poor guy at arm’s length. I had such a crush on him for about a year after that, but he never really talked to me again.
Sigh.
I still see him from time to time–he’s a massive Yinzer now, with the Steelers jacket and gold chains. I guess I sorta dodged a bullet, but he was SO cute that night in 1996.
Never slow danced before. But then, I’m young, awkward, and suck at dancing in itself. Oo;
foxygal07, did your trip to Williamsburg happen to include a veeery long bus ride, staying for 4 days and attending a candle-light dinner? And are you from East Tennessee?
“I’m not in love, so don’t forget it…”
The trouble with being 13 is that things start to… erm… well, put it this way: I didn’t need Viagra in those days…
TMI, probably…
“I’m not in love, so don’t forget it…”
The trouble with being 13 is that things start to… erm… well, put it this way: I didn’t need Viagra in those days…
TMI, probably…
- Linda Hager, I think, was her name. She had the biggest hooters in 7th grade. Huge.
If you don’t know the drill from that time, we had, on Fridays, dancing in the gym. You lined up, girls in one line, boys in another. And, as my feble memory recalls, went past each other, and somehow magically ended up next to a person with whom you were gonna dance.
And on some long ago day, I wound up with Linda Hager. And she had on her usual knit sweater. And she had boobs that were “MOUNDS.” And she was tall. But so was I. 6 feet or so, (ME).
So we danced a slow dance, and her boob fit comfortably under my armpit. I was in heaven. I think she knew what was transpiring. She was not shy. She would hug you tight. She knew.
If only I had known what I know now.
Can’t remember my first slow dance, but a more interesting one comes to mind…
I was in 8th grade at the first school dance of the year. I didn’t have a date, but I had been making eyes at a cute new student. I saw him dancing by himself and was floored. This guy was 13, white, and an amazing dancer (and I had taken ballet and jazz, so I knew a little bit:D).
The last song of the night was “Closing Time.” I finally asked him to dance with me. We didn’t just go cheek-to-cheek either- we did all kinds of cool turns, twists, and swayings, improvising to the music. It felt beautiful.
She had recently been dumped by her bf…but before I got a chance to ask her out, same guy came back to her. She had really fallen deep for him anyway, so I doubt it would’ve been a good relationship anyway (‘rebound rule’ in full effect).
Grade 7. After much lobbying, we were allowed to have a dance for the French immersion students (it was in a classroom in the middle of the afternoon. They at least covered the windows so we weren’t in bright sunlight). Since other girls were asking guys, I worked up the courage to ask a guy I had a crush on to dance. I can’t remember what song - the most memorable part of the the whole event was one of the teachers enforcing the “zombie dance.” For slow dances, we had to have our hands on each other’s shoulders, arms straight, and then we’d just sort of shuffle about. If anyone’s elbows started to bend at all, the one teacher would come and increase the distance between them. She may even have been using a ruler, but that may also just be me embellishing the memory over the years.