September 2009. Living in 110 at RG.
Alright, so early in the month, I started going country dancing regularly with Lindsay and Ben and Aaron Brooksby, others joining us often too. Regularly means pretty much every Wednesday and Saturday night until May. I loved it. I had forgotten how much dancing really meant to me, and this helped me to remember.
Anyways, on this particular night that my story takes place, we had actually only been dancing a few times before. But there was this guy...in my journal I named him Creeper #1. (I actually mention 3 different creepers from this one night...I am apparently a creeper magnet.) He asked me to dance and I always give a guy a first chance, so we danced...and then he asked me to dance again. Now, I was in no way interested in this guy at all...I obviously thought he was kind of a creeper by the name I gave him, but I had no reason good enough to decline, so I had to dance with him again.
At the end of this song he said, "Hey, can I have your number?" "Oh..umm...." "I don't have my phone on me tonight, so let me go grab a piece of paper and you can write it down. Stay here and I'll be right back, k?"
I ran straight for Aaron and said, "Aaron help me! I don't wanna give that guy my number!" So he laughed, grabbed me, and we ran for the back corner of the gym. We chilled there, out of view, for most of the rest of the night. We were able to practice some stuff and I wasn't so worried about Creeper #1.
But then...Skippy came. There was a huge fan there in the corner where Aaron and I were, and so at one point while we were standing by it, this kid came over to cool down. He glanced over at us and then said to Aaron, "Wow, aren't you the luckiest guy in here tonight?" We were both like, "Huh? What'd you say?" "Oh I was just saying you're lucky, man. How'd you manage to have the prettiest girl here tonight?"
Aaron and I looked at each other and laughed. "No no...we're not together, we're just friends!" we both explained. Wrong thing to say. We shoulda just gone with it.
"OOOHhh. Well...looks like you've got some competition now, buddy. So cute stuff, who's it gonna be, me or him? C'mon, be honest. You can choose him if you want to, that's fine. I mean, you did come here with him. And you guys would have cute kids. BUT I mean, we would have really cute kids too, you know? So is it him or me? Hmm? Come on, you've gotta pick!"
I was laughing so hard I couldn't stand it. Who the heck was this kid?! He had been standing next to me for hardly a minute and had the audacity to talk about us having children together! I was amused and a bit flattered, but not at all impressed. And his name was Skippy. That's a dog's name. Or a brand of peanut butter that as a college student I couldn't afford. Not a man that was going to win my heart.
So when I was unable to catch my breath from laughing to tell him who I chose, Skippy said, "Okay, well you at least have to give me a chance by letting me dance with you once. C'mon, let's go dance."
Thankfully he only made me dance with him once and did not ask for my number..or maybe by this point in the night I had figured out how to say no, I don't remember. Skippy returned to me Aaron, who I'm sure was laughing extremely hard at the situation--he often loved to laugh at my expense--and I probably declared it was time to go. I had been creeped on by enough guys that night.
The next time we went dancing I agreed to go only under the condition that Aaron and Ben would do a better job at saving me from having to dance with creepers. They did a pretty good job most of the time after that, except on nights where Aaron wanted something to laugh about later.
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