Nineteen

My friend Lydia invited several people out for dancing to celebrate completing her exams.  Even though I don’t know any of her friends, who am I to say no to celebrating and dancing?  It was a fun night of meeting new people and dancing.  Nineteen was one of the people in the group that I met, and he was armed with a smile and an old school camera.  He was standing in the corner rather than dancing, so of course I started talking to him and encouraging him to dance to which he responded with the classic line of I need a few more drinks first.  True to his word, after a few more drinks he found his groove and joined the fun world of dancing, while continuing to take random pictures throughout the night.  Then like a herd of Cinderellas, my friend and her posse decided to head home at midnight, so I told them all bye and stayed to dance a little longer.

The next day Nineteen tagged my friend in several pictures from the evening.  Rather than request him as a friend, I stuck to my tried, true, and unsuccessful method of sending him a message.

Nineteen!

It was great meeting you. Excellent job capturing Lydia's fun. Let me know if you'd like to meet up sometime - I promise I won't make you dance (well, probably not).

Penelope