Thirty-six

I met Thirty-six two nights in a row, and I still failed at reeling him in.  The first night I was dancing with some friends, and he was there having fun and enjoying life on the dance floor; he oozed genuine enthusiasm.  We started trading silly dance moves like my punching the invisible speed bag (patent pending).  The next night he was at the same event as I was because apparently he goes to my church - bonus points!  We were both mingling with various people, but when I saw his shaggy hair, beard, and chunky glasses I promptly made my way over to him to say hi.  We had been talking for ten minutes or so when we were all pulled together for toasts.  After that we were separated for the rest of the evening, and he left before I asked him on a date.

Luckily we found out we had a few mutual friends from church, so I sent him a message on Facebook (seriously, what did I do before this Fb messaging was an option?) and told him I'd love to go out sometime.  He politely responded that the next few weeks were crazy busy for him with work, a close friend visiting (Close friend?  Is that his way of saying he's taken?), and traveling to visit his family in Alabama.  However, he did say that he hoped to see me out dancing next time to learn some more moves.  I guess that's something, and I'll just have to keep dancing.