Thirty-one

I was at a wine bar where there were three guys taking turns spinning Motown tunes.  Thirty-one was one of them, and I could not stop watching him.  Honestly, if I saw his picture I wouldn't have thought twice about him; not that he was unattractive, but I just wouldn't do a double-take.  However, as a DJ he had style.  The dude was in his own world dancing and having the time of his life with his hair flopping all over the place and his nerdy glasses constantly sliding down his nose.  Anyone who walked in and saw him couldn't help but smile and be inspired to dance.

One of the other DJs and I had met before, so when Thirty-one took a break Nick pulled us together to introduce us and said, "You both have sweet moves so I thought you should meet."  Five wingman points to Nick!  Unfortunately a few of Thirty-one's friends walked up then, and we got separated.  I had plans to meet friends elsewhere, so I quickly jotted down my information on a napkin and waited for the perfect moment to woo him.  My friend Rob was my lookout and as we danced he kept an eye out for when Thirty-one was free from others.  When Rob told me to go I walked up to Thirty-one and told him, "I'm heading out, but I think you're energy is fantastic.  You should definitely call me."  Then he awkwardly tried to put his arm around my waist (I say awkwardly because it seemed physically impossible for him to stop dancing - to which I can totally relate) and asked where I was going.  I replied that I had plans to meet friends, and he seriously tapped my nose with his finger and said, "Boooo."  I laughed and walked away wondering if this guy was totally spastic, drunk, a ball full of energy, or a combination of the three.  Either way, I'm intrigued and am keeping my fingers crossed that he'll be my dance partner.