Where to begin.
This feels disturbingly like ninth grade. I remember my ninth grade dance… there was quite a fiasco about who i would bring, and i wound up bringing the most harmless nonromantic person i could bring and i wound up having an excellent time. I don’t know what possessed me to attempt to use an invitation to a dance as a tool of romantic acquisition, but it probably for the best that i didn’t get a chance to ask. Of course, not having a chance to ask made me possibly more miserable than hearing a no, but thank god other people have more sense than me. Thank God.
So, we danced for hours and had excellent fun, and it didn’t occur to me once that i wished i was with anyone else. Sometimes life has its serendipitous ways with us and we don’t even realize it until the dancing is done.