Eighty

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.