Last night was my second Reading YSA dance and I am pleased to announce that it went much better than last time for a number of reasons. First of all, I felt like I was looking pretty hot. A healthy dose of confidence always seems to make things go better. I put in quite a bit of effort to produce the desired effect, although my roommate said I looked like an angel, which was not exactly what I was going for. But at least I was justly rewarded for my efforts, which we will get to presently. Secondly, I know more people now, so I don’t have to follow my roommates around like a little puppy. In fact, I spent very little time hanging around the roomies this time. There’s a guy in the stake (in whom I am not interested) who loves to dance, so he was my dance crew partner. Which brings me to the third reason last night was fun; they actually played good music most of the time. We had a bit of Beyonce, some Kanye, and even a song or two from the boy band genre, all of which are very danceable. Suffice it to say, I did my thang on the dance floor and quite enjoyed myself.
Now on to the fourth and most important reason last night was fun, the guys. I know you’re wondering, so I will end the suspense. Tweed was not in attendance. It turned out all right, though, because it gave me the chance to meet and flirt with a lot of new guys. And I took advantage of that chance. First of all, there’s a guy in the ward, Swish we’ll say, that I’ve kind of had my eye on lately. He’s been quite flirty since the beginning and last Sunday was fairly keen to keep my attention. I’ve hesitated to say much just yet, but last night changed my mind. Anyway, I was hoping he would be at the dance, and was not disappointed. I was in the midst of shakin’ it like a Polaroid picture when he got there and he came right over to say hi. Now, the music in the gym is very loud, which can be a great advantage if you like the guy. Circumstances being what they were, Swish had to lean in fairly close to make himself heard and there was a little bit of the hand on the elbow action from both of us. He danced with our little group for a while and then went off with some other friends. However, later that evening, we found ourselves together in the foyer, which is where everyone goes to talk, since you can’t really hear in the dance. We chatted and flirted for a while and I felt pretty good about the progress we made. He now has my number with strict instructions to put it to good use. The good news is that I’ll most likely see him at Church tomorrow and can continue my pursuit.
The second guy, Obi-Wan, I met for the first time last night. He’s not from around here, so I don’t know how much I’ll end up seeing him, but I hope this isn’t it ‘cause I actually thought he was pretty cute. Our meeting needs a bit of set-up. There’s a set of sisters in our stake that I’ve become friends with. They are pretty popular with the boys, mostly because they’re beautiful and flirtatious. So naturally, we get along. Anyway, I told them that I was in need of a good snog and that I needed their help to find a guy who would be willing to do that with no strings attached and who wouldn’t spread it around and destroy my carefully crafted reputation as a good girl. So the quest began. A number of guys were suggested, but nothing concrete came of it. I was introduced to a few guys, a couple of whom I wouldn’t mind snogging, but this was mainly a fact-finding mission at this point. I had been introduced by one of the sisters to Obi-Wan earlier in the gym, but couldn’t really hear what he was saying and didn’t want to invade their conversation so I eventually left to go back to tearing it up on the dance floor. At the end of the night, I found myself chatting again with Obi-Wan and one of the sisters in the foyer. Her boyfriend came along and she cleverly left us to ourselves. We had a nice chat during which time I found out that he’s a PE teacher. How perfect! He was very nice and funny and I felt perfectly comfortable talking to him. He also has really cute eye crinkles. Plus, I found out later that he’s 32. I was pretty pleased to find out there are a few older guys left in England, as most of the ones I’ve met are in their early 20s, which makes me feel like a pedophile. So yeah, all in all, a pretty good night.
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