Quick Part Two

If I didn't make it clear, I belong to the ballroom dance club at my school. We learn three different moves every tuesday and thursday. I recommend enrolling in a dance class, of any kind. You get to meet alot of different people, and it's better than trolling myspace for six hours.

Onto dancing with the tennis girl. The girls learn independtly from the boys, so when it comes time to choosing partners, she starts to walk over to me. Another girl reaches me before she does, but whatever, we rotate anyway. Plus, it's better, because I can warm up with someone before I get to the girl that counts. That sounds a little disgusting, that I'm using people to warm up with, but who doesn't, I'm being honest.

Whatever, she eventually got to me, we danced, we had fun, we joked around, we danced pretty close.

We decided to leave, go get some coffee.

At the same cafe, we sit down this time.

She starts to infrequently mention her boyfriend, but intiates all this new stuff on me. (Touching my hair, face, punching me, and so forth). What is all this, I thought. I meant, I knew what it was. I played it off, but should I have done something else.

After the coffee, there was a point where I could have leaned in and kissed her. We were walking to the car. We stood. I didn't want to come off so easy.

Shouldn't kissing be earned?

Well, shit.