Nine

I found my energetic, dancing counterpart!  Nine was all over the place on the dance floor, making friends with everyone, while his friends just watched in embarrassment from the sidelines.  That’s my style..dance like crazy and talk to strangers while my friends stand aside just shaking their heads at me.  Yes!  To top it off at one point Nine caught my eye and reeled me in with the fishing move.  Destiny.  He was totally obnoxious (but in a fun, goofy way) and had a loud East coast accent.  Nine confessed his love for Salt ‘N Pepa, and I’m pretty sure he fell in love with me when I told him sometimes I do "Push It" and "Shoop" at karaoke.  I repeat, destiny.  I was having so much fun that I told him, “Get your phone out.  We’re trading numbers, and we’re going out.” After the number exchange he gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “I’m your guy.”

Now I will admit that by the time we exchanged numbers, Nine was a little tipsy, and in case he forgot that he had my number I decided to make the first attempt at reaching out a few days later.  Most of my life I have been told that I can be intimidating, and sometimes I listen to people’s advice (but most of the time I say, “I am what I am” and do things my way).  With Nine I decided to compromise.  Normally I would call the guy, but I decided I’d be modern and text him instead to be a little less forward I suppose.  Three days  later (because three days is the rule, right?  I hate the rules and usually ignore them, but I’m trying here) I sent him this text, “Dancing was great!  Now let’s follow that fun up with a date.”  I’m trying to be clear about this whole date business because I have a tendency to go from flirt to friend in about .04 seconds.  It’s a fine (or maybe just invisible) line for me when it comes to being intimidating, friendly, and a flirt.  We’ll see what Nine thinks.