Towards
the end of the week there was a dance for all of the students at UASC
and that is where I finished making my move. I
told you about trying to flirt with the super cute half-Japanese girl
with my pathetic use of low-rent illusions. I spent the rest of the
week accidentally/on purpose running into her at lunch, dinner and
activities. She was nice but there were lots of guys trying to make
that particular move as well so there were times where I felt drowned
out and shuffled back. Generally I would not have been worried about
a little competition but these dudes were top shelf talent. They
were, to a man, smart, funny and good looking in that all-American
too many teeth, quick to laugh, politician sort of way. What I had
going for me was that I was more tenacious and my long blonde
un-gelled hair was the only one of that species in the game besides
that I had nothing extra. On the night of the dance all of my fellow
student councilors brought out all of their best duds and we rolled
into the dance looking nice. The girls had done the same and there
was a serious amount of teenage titillation in play. I am a
unselfconscious dancer and I am not afraid to do a little fast dance
participation as well as throwing a little goofing into the mix. I
think I may have been incapable of stopping myself if I had wanted
to, I just feel the dance and go with it. Then when it was time to
slow dance I would never miss the chance to ask a girl to circle hug
for three to five minutes. On this night I was absolutely determined
to lock this girl up or go down in flames. I asked her to dance every
single slow dance and hung out dancing in the area of her friend and
her in the mean time. I must clarify that I was not creeping here she
was having a good time and talking to me in between dances and
actually keeping the distance between us pretty close as well. By the
end of the night I thought we were ready to head off for a nice quie
walk around a secret place on campus before head count and lights
out. But for the last dance a guy, if you can even call him a guy
more like a horribly inconsiderate usurper, came shooting in out of
no where and asked my girl that I had rightfully cornered for the
last dance. She went with him and I was left looking around for a
substitute instead of working out a plan for to seal the deal with a
kiss. When the last dance wrapped up the lights came up and they
announced that we needed to go strait to bed and we would be bed
checked in ten minutes. Oh cruel fate! This is worse then the whole
of all bad things since the world began, combined. I don't think that
now but in the testosterone addled mind of a 17 year-old boy there
was little that seemed like a bigger deal than to have a sure thing
girl-kiss fall through and the last thing I saw was my crush circle
hugging another, in fairness good looking, guy. Boo.
