So, you just so happen to run into a cute guy from school at a bar. Well, at least you both have fate on your side tonight. You're both shy, but maybe then he'll notice you, or the drinks will influence you and it's dark, so you won't look as ugly. Hopefully. But you see him and he sees you and you both know each other but nothing happens. You pretend to have the time of your life. You hate this song, but you're dancing anyway because there's $3 drinks tonight and you probably failed that history test you took this morning. You only live once right? Do people still say that? You see him again. He's avidly clinging to the wall. But he saw you right? You can't tell anymore because the lights are flashing and it looks like everyone is standing still. You casually dance your way over, closer to him. Everything is casual. But he casually continues to pretend he doesn't see you so you casually increase the amount of butt in your dance moves. Is this guy serious? Maybe you should've worn those leggings instead. The ones with the patterns. Maybe. You don't know.
Finally it happens, you lock eyes and he waves. You take this as an excuse to finally go over and strike up a conversation. "I was waiting for you to recognize me!" you awkwardly laugh. "Yeah, I thought that was you!" It's almost like he's sinking into the wall at this point. It's really hard to have a conversation when the music is louder than, well, other loud things, so you basically have to yell into each other's ears. This would be more exciting if the conversation involved more than just talking about classes and schoolwork. You try to recall your class schedule but can't remember. Why does it matter anyway? You don't even have school for another three days. So, he's not a dud, but the conversation definitely is. You're itching to head back to the dance floor and you watch from the sidelines as your friends have the time of their lives dancing to your favorite song. You sway side to side as he repeats his question for the third time and you pretend to understand him. You just nod and smile. OK, so now your actual favorite song is playing and you've got to get your groove on. You don't wanna seem rude so you try to include him, "Why aren't you dancing?" you ask. "I can't dance" he replies. You eventually persuade him to step two feet away from the wall and he hits the greatest dance move known to man, the side-step. You try not to outshine him. It's actually cute that he can't dance, but you promise to teach him some better dance moves as an excuse to see him again. Eventually the night ends and you exchange numbers and make him pinkie promise to text you. You can't break a pinkie promise, it's against the law. You head home and your friends intently question you about "cute, wallflower guy" all night long. You saran wrap your pinkie and try to forget all the times you were awkward last night.
