There he was, finally alone. I wasted no time in walking over and asked him, “Do you wanna dance?”
At first, he hesitated. He was taking so long, I told him, “If you’re tired, it’s okay!”
To which he replied, “I’d hate…to not dance with you.”
Good Lord, let me melt now.
After the dance, I told him that I was going to be leaving. He asked me, “Are you sure? We’re going out to eat later, and you’ll be missed.” I said that I had stuff to do in the morning, and promised I’d go out with them next week. I gave him a quick hug goodbye and ducked out the door. Since I had managed to dance with him twice, and the second time was my very last dance, I was satisfied enough to go home.
I love dancing with him. I love being around him, period. He’s handsome and charming and altogether wonderful. I can’t wait to learn more about him.
We danced together a couple times during the lesson before social dance. At one point, we were so focused dancing we didn’t realize it was time to switch partners. I’m gonna take that as a good sign.
I’m still not sure if he’s interested, or just an overall friendly guy. But at this point, I’m feeling good 🙂 He seems to enjoy my company, and I feel like he’s a little bit of a flirt 😉 I hope that this becomes something more, but for now I’m feeling pretty content.