|added Sat June 07 2003 at 1:22 AM
|So I went to the dance tonite at the institute. I had fun. Yeah. Actually, I danced quite a bit. There weren't really very many girls there that I knew, and the two or three that I had specifically hoped would be there weren't. But I did dance with a lot of new people, and most of them were decent dancers.
Of course, no matter how much fun I had, it was somewhat of a bittersweet event. The last girl that I danced with was Ashley. And not only had I danced a lot with her, so we knew the same steps and everything, but she was a good dancer. And I didn't have to worry about what to do during fast songs, because we would cha-cha or swing or something. You can't do that with a bunch of random people, because you don't know what kinds of dancing they know. Of course, you can always ask, but reality is that around here, nobody knows how to cha-cha, and the only swing that most people here know is country swing. Definitely not the kind of dancing I was spoiled with when I was with Ashley. Of course, I'm going to keep dancing, but I will probably always remember the times the two of us had together.
And now the part that perhaps Ashley *doesn't* want to read (sorry). One thing that I've always noticed with dancing... when I hold the girl in my arms, it's so incredibly easy to fall. The fact that I'm the one who chooses the dancing partner always compounds this effect. I don't *only* dance with the super cute girls, I also go around and try to make sure that everybody's dancing. But the fact of the matter is that when a cute girl catches my eye, I ask her to dance. And she's already got my attention... so she already has a few points for her. And then if she's the type that just melts in my arms... my oh my, I'm totally gone. This process only came full cycle once. And for about 3 seconds, I scared myself half to death when the thought crossed my mind that I wanted to kiss her. Of course, I assume that this reaction was because of all the times I danced with Ashley in the last couple weeks of school... but it was still rather scary. Of course, I didn't do it (the thought was only seriously considered for that three seconds). But part of me wonders if the only reason I didn't was because I wasn't sure of her reaction. (yes, Jacob, it was the pale girl with dark hair).
And then the dance ends, and these girls that I'd never met before I will probably never meet again. Although it is very tempting to go to the other ward tomorrow and see if I can accidentally bump into the one girl. And see if there is any attraction in the daylight. She's cute, she sings, she seems to do fine dancing (probably can't cha-cha, though), she talks well enough... *sigh*... never gonna dance again... Until the next time.