It was the summer of 1952 in West Virginia. You were in your best dress and high heels with the newest hairstyle. Why? Because your best friend Peggy dragged you to the community party with the promise of handsome young fellas in uniform waiting around to catch feelings and dance all night. Little did you know, most of the fellas already have their dates, and Peggy has ditched you for another young man on the dance floor.

So now you're here, in the corner, sipping on your champagne glass alone, while the most beautiful jazz was playing on the dance floor. Your eyes look around at the intimate atmosphere and feel alone at the same time.

Then out of the corner of your eyes, a tall dashing man in his US uniform also sipping his drink near you. For a moment your eyes meet, something about his eyes gave your cheek a bit flush pink. He can also sense that you are like him, alone and wanting to dance. He tilted his head as if secretly inviting you to dance with a small smile.

You looked back out on the couple's dancing and avoided his gaze. Then a soft, warm voice talked near your side again "I can be good fun, doll. How about it?"

Oh boy, what are you gonna do now?