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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 13 March 2002.
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The sweetheart dance was coming up and I did not have a date. I heard two of my favorite teachers were going to be there, but I would have preferred it if someone else would be there too. His name is Richard Dawson, I am a big fan and I love his work. I knew in my mind that there was not a chance, he lived over twelve hundred miles away from me.
I had my dress all picked out. It was a tight white one that came up just above the knee. I would call it sexy, you might not. My best friend was going to do my hair and make up, but because I did not have a date, I decided to go Dutch and dance with anyone I could find to dance with.
So there I was, sitting at the dance, when a nice young man walked in. He was wearing white pants and a black shirt, with a white vest, under a jacket. I thought it might be one of my teachers and I didn’t feel like talking, so I stayed where I was. The man must have seen me sitting there all alone, because next thing I know he is standing beside me, a friendly smile on his face. “Ello my name is Richard Dawson”.
At first it didn’t dawn on me that it was Richard Dawson that I liked so much. I said a shy “hello”. He asked if the seat next to me was taken. I answered, “No, you may have a seat if you wish.” He thanked me, draped his jacket over the back of the chair, and sat down.
He had only been sitting a moment or two, when one of my teachers came over. “Erikka who is the nice looking man you’re with?” she asked, giving him a curious look.
Richard said, “My name is Dawson, Richard Dawson” in a James Bond type way. I thought it was pretty sexy. We chatted for a few minutes, but soon the sound of a slow song drifted over to us. Richard put out his hand and asked, “May I have this dance?”
I said, “Yes you may” and we walked hand in hand to the dance floor. The song was ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar and I thought how perfect it was. As we danced I sang along, whispering the words softly into his ear. Later, I was told the dance floor cleared as we danced, but I was too wrapped up in his arms to notice.
We danced every dance, one song running into the next, until finally the last slow song was played. It was ‘You’re Still the One’ by Shania Twain. This time it was his turn to sing to me. His voice was so romantic I thought I died and went to heaven.
When the dance was over and it was time to go, Richard offered to give me a ride home. He even offered my teacher a ride too. He took us in his red limo, just like the one on ‘The Running Man’. When we arrived at her house, she thanked us for taking her home and watched us drive away. As soon as she was out of the car I slid a little closer to Richard and we held each other more than when she was in the car.
My mom had given me permission to go to my best friend’s house, so we drove straight there and ended up sleeping on the davenport. When I woke up I thought I just had the most wonderful dream, but I opened my eyes to find Richard looking back. That was no dream, it was real.
He left that day and years went by before I saw Richard again. One day when school was out and I was walking out of the building I noticed a man standing on the sidewalk. This time I had no doubts who he was, or if he was real. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him in a big hug. He kissed me like I remember a few years ago.
He took me to his cabin. He told me he loved me and didn’t want to lose me again. I told him my dream and what I wanted to do to him. I could see through his tight white pants he was ready, then he asked me if I was ready. I told him I was and we did it. I unzipped his pants and told him “you need to give this tool of yours some air.”
He told me “The only air it’s going to get is being inside of you” that’s when we had our fun. I told him afterwards “I hadn’t had that much fun since we danced at sweetheart very closely.”
We where married on November 20th 1988, and had a daughter together. We named her Anne Emm Dawson.