I went out with some friends on Friday night to hear a random band play and get our dance on. I didn’t meet anyone new, which was fine, and by 1 a.m. I was hurting from some lame recurring-pain problems. So I was about ready to go and was just kind of bouncing to the beat.
Then, over my (bad) shoulder, I hear, “Would you like to dance?”
Before I even looked behind me, the words were already coming out of my mouth: “No, but thanks.”
And then my eyes met his, and he was cute, and I kicked myself, mentally, a thousand times.
I mean, who ASKS anyone to dance anymore?
I am no good at this.