| I was an usher in my friends wedding. I was showing girls to their seats at the ceremony and really didn't see anybody I wanted to sarge. I hadn't planned on it anyway, I really just wanted to have a great time and dance, which I did. At the reception, and after some drinking on the wedding party party bus, I was shown a single HB8 at another table. I was called up to the front with the rest of the wedding party and the DJ told everyone to take someone out on the dance floor. I went right up to the HB8.
Me: Sorry to to interrupt (she was convo'ing), but you need to come with me.
HB: Oh, ok. (Takes my hand and follows.)
We dance, small talk, I continuously make eye contact with her. The dance ends and I tell her I'll see her later. She smiles and says "Ok, good."
I go mingle, we group serenade the bride, do the bouquet and garter, and have cake handed out. I go grab one of the cake girls, kinda cute, tell her to put her cake down and come dance, and finish a dance with her. This apparently blew her mind and immediately told her friends about me. One of them was the girl who told me about her in the first place and she came to let me know. I quickly forgot about her.
Then enters HB8's socialite of a best friend. She had apparently gotten word of me and tried running the show the rest of the night.
First, I go ask HB8 to come with me outside for some fresh air. She said she just came back in with her friend and then preceded to introduce me. Her friend tells us to finish our drinks and go dance which we do. (I supplicated.)
We dance and talk some more with more eye contact. I have her laughing. We end the dance and I go mingle again. I see her off in a side hallway and start talking with her alone. 15 seconds after I get there her friend walks out of the bathroom and drags us back to the dance floor. We dance and this time is seems like she's really into me. Then the DJ comes up from behind me and throws a hat on me and some other groomsman. We're pretty much coerced into performing YMCA. I was buzzing so I gave in. The girl ran off though wanting nothing to do with being near the center of attention.
More dancing, mingling. I go outside to cool off and speak with my buddy. As I'm walking in the best friend comes up and gives me a paper from HB8, phone number and email. I'm thinking sweet, but I wish it had come from her. I find her at a table surrounded by old high school friends and family. She's getting ready to go. I kino her one last time on the arm, tell her I had a great time. She asked if I got the paper and I said yes. She said it was nice meeting me and she went on her way, with her parents who were there. She was in her early 20's by the way.
Haha, so I do what any good AFC would do and texted her an hour later telling her we should get together the next day. She doesn't text back until the next morning. I also FB friended her after a bunch of people were FB friending me all day.
10AM HBtext: I'm assuming by the vagueness of this text that this is my dancing partner. Today isn't good, maybe when you come back into town.
11AM me: Only if this is my auditor girl from last night. (c&f fail haha)
6PM me: Where we dancing this weekend? I'm coming back in and hitting the city. I want to take you with.
3 days later: Hey, sorry, I ran out of texts. I'm not interested, sorry, but thanks for the fun time!
~End of communique~
I did a lot of things wrong I know but I'd like to hear some other's thoughts on this. _________________ The time is always now.
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