Fact: I'm a sucker for guys that like to dance; it doesn't matter if they're great dancers, as longs as they're having fun and just don't care. Eighty had been making appearances on the dance floor with a couple of his friends and always having fun and cheering on others. He has a contagious smile, great laugh, annnnnnnnd is probably way too young for me. One week he and his friends joined my friend and me on the dance floor and my friend later told me she thought Eighty was into me. I couldn't tell because he seemed equally friendly to everyone to me, but the next week he saw me across the dance floor and made a point to come introduce his other friends to me and stuck by me the rest of the night. At one point I told him to brace himself because (a) I was going to leave after a couple more songs and (b) that I wouldn't be there the following week. He asked where I was going to be the next week, and I told him my parents were going to be in town. He exclaimed, "Bring them here!" I laughed and replied that I thought it was too soon for him to meet them. Fact: he thinks I'm funny. We continued to dance and I asked what happened to his friends and he pointed them out across the bar; when I asked why he wasn't them he sweetly said, "Because you said you were about to leave. I can join them later."
I hugged him and told him bye, and then as I was chatting with the bouncer on my way out I saw Eighty's jacket and thought it would be cute to put my number in his pocket. I grabbed a bar promo card, wrote my number on it, and put it the front pocket. After I got on my bus I realized I hated that idea because I wouldn't know if he found it and what if he's one of those people that washes their clothes without checking the pockets and then there's shreds of paper all over everything, ugh.
I didn't hear from him, but a couple weeks later on a random night I was about to head home from dancing and was just walking out when he and his friends were walking by and decided to come in, so of course I stayed. I was all prepared to tell him about how I'd put my number in his pocket when I noticed a girl in the group standing precariously close to him. I observed them for a bit while we all danced and decided that they were newly dating. In my professional opinion they'd probably gone out once or twice and then he'd invited her out with his friends, so I decided to leave it alone. I haven't seen him since so I assume he's madly in love and curled up with his lady watching RomComs.
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
79.1
It had been a week since I'd given Seventy-nine my number when he finally texted me, "Hi Penelope! I won't be there tonight, but I'd love to spend time with you later this week." We coordinated and made plans to meet up after work another day. That day at work was rough mentally and emotionally, so I was probably not in the best mental state for a first date. Add to that the fact that I never had time to grab food after work and then met Seventy-nine at a bar for a drink, so I was all over the place. I did my best to pull myself together as we sat in a booth at a quiet bar and talked.
When we left the bar he immediately and very naturally held my hand as he took me to get a pint of ice cream to share while we walked around. At some point he made a reference to The Simpsons and I broke it to him that I've never been in to any of those animated shows, to which he commented "Well, this is going to be a short-lived, but fun relationship."
Facts I learned about Seventy-nine during our date: he's from Mexico but lived in France from ages 3-18. He moved to the states for college and decided to stay. He's lived in SF for more than 10 years and is a year older than I am. Music festivals and Burning Man are major passions of his, and for work he does something with tech and video games that went way over my head.
At the end of the evening he asked what my weekend plans were and suggested that we could go out again. I hesitated. I don't know why, but I did. He could sense it and said that we should touch base on Sunday and meet up. On my way home I thought about how he was nice and interesting, but that I wasn't really into him - classic NGB (nice guy, but....). We texted each other on Sunday and decided neither of us had time to meet. The following day he sent me a polite and mature message, "Hi Penelope. After some reflection, I don't think there's a spark for us to pursue a romantic relationship, but I hope that we can be friends and if nothing else dance partners." Phew! What a relief that we were on the same page and that he initiated the conversation rather than the all too popular "ghosting" technique that people seem to do these days. I replied to his message that I felt the same and that we could definitely be friends and tear up the dance floor together. I haven't seen him since, but I did reach out to him a few weeks later and told him we missed him on the dance floor, and he said he'd be back soon.
Seventy-nine gives me hope for the dating world that there are great guys out there and that they are fun AND mature.
When we left the bar he immediately and very naturally held my hand as he took me to get a pint of ice cream to share while we walked around. At some point he made a reference to The Simpsons and I broke it to him that I've never been in to any of those animated shows, to which he commented "Well, this is going to be a short-lived, but fun relationship."
Facts I learned about Seventy-nine during our date: he's from Mexico but lived in France from ages 3-18. He moved to the states for college and decided to stay. He's lived in SF for more than 10 years and is a year older than I am. Music festivals and Burning Man are major passions of his, and for work he does something with tech and video games that went way over my head.
At the end of the evening he asked what my weekend plans were and suggested that we could go out again. I hesitated. I don't know why, but I did. He could sense it and said that we should touch base on Sunday and meet up. On my way home I thought about how he was nice and interesting, but that I wasn't really into him - classic NGB (nice guy, but....). We texted each other on Sunday and decided neither of us had time to meet. The following day he sent me a polite and mature message, "Hi Penelope. After some reflection, I don't think there's a spark for us to pursue a romantic relationship, but I hope that we can be friends and if nothing else dance partners." Phew! What a relief that we were on the same page and that he initiated the conversation rather than the all too popular "ghosting" technique that people seem to do these days. I replied to his message that I felt the same and that we could definitely be friends and tear up the dance floor together. I haven't seen him since, but I did reach out to him a few weeks later and told him we missed him on the dance floor, and he said he'd be back soon.
Seventy-nine gives me hope for the dating world that there are great guys out there and that they are fun AND mature.
Seventy-Nine
Seventy-nine has made somewhat regular appearances where I go dancing, and he's always having the time of his life dancing and become part of the regular group - this group consists of those of us that go dancing at this spot, sometimes on our own and sometimes friends join us, regularly enough that we all gravitate towards each other on the dance floor and have become friends. You are always guaranteed to have at least one dance floor friend so you're never alone, but there are usually a handful of us dancing the night away together.
Until one night, when it was just Seventy-nine and me. It was a crowded night, so Seventy-nine said our goal was to get to the corner where we'd be bumped less. We eventually made it and were dancing in much closer proximity with each other than usual. You know what happened next - a great song came on, we danced, he twirled me, and the next thing I know we were kissing and smiling more than we were before. I swear that was never my plan! I always thought Seventy-nine was fun and handsome (and yes, he had a solid beard), but I'd never thought about pursuing him. However, after we kissed the first time I laughed and said, "The corner!" He asked if that was my plan the whole time, and I politely reminded him he was the one with the mission to get to the corner. We continued to dance (and kiss) and when he left he asked for my number "...in case we wanted to dance again."
Until one night, when it was just Seventy-nine and me. It was a crowded night, so Seventy-nine said our goal was to get to the corner where we'd be bumped less. We eventually made it and were dancing in much closer proximity with each other than usual. You know what happened next - a great song came on, we danced, he twirled me, and the next thing I know we were kissing and smiling more than we were before. I swear that was never my plan! I always thought Seventy-nine was fun and handsome (and yes, he had a solid beard), but I'd never thought about pursuing him. However, after we kissed the first time I laughed and said, "The corner!" He asked if that was my plan the whole time, and I politely reminded him he was the one with the mission to get to the corner. We continued to dance (and kiss) and when he left he asked for my number "...in case we wanted to dance again."
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