How we met

I was a vampire/detective, and was ready to dance to my two least favorite music genres: country and hip hop. My shoes were two tight, but that didn’t stop me. About halfway through the hip hop segment, I saw him. He was in a white shirt dancing alone in the middle of everyone. He had pretty eyes and lovely dark hair. We made eye contact, but we broke it quickly. All these little butterflies and moths awoke in my belly and pitter pattered around. There were too many people, so my attempts at just accidentally moving into his space would have been too obvious, so I just kept dancing with him, with a crowd inbetween us. My friend grabbed my arm, gave me the signal, and we left the dance floor.

She was excited, she was breathing fast, and she was full of smiles, “That kid in the white shirt is so cute. Should I go dance with him?” And this is why I should have never brought a supermodel look-a-like with me to the dance. She even copied my costume and was a vampire/lawyer, and was much sexier than me. I conceaded the boy, and encouraged her to dance with him. We went back to the dance floor.

I found him. He was still dancing in the same spot. I got closer to where he was, because this was to let my friend get the chance. When there was just one lone dancer inbetween us, I looked for my friend. She was in the oposite direction dancing with this unattractive boy in a white shirt. He was skinny and his hair color was the same pasty white color as his skin. She turned around and smiled at me. That was her catch of the night. Relief was so sweet, as I realized we had different taste in guys. Without any trouble I got around the lone dancer and faced my prospect and danced away. He got more in to it. He smiled, he danced with me. I wanted nothing more than to speak to him. The truth is always a good opener, “Fancy feet work!” He leaned over and asked my name. He asked if I went to Weber State. He asked a few more things. The song ended, and by then I noticed my feet in the heels that are perfect for this outfit, but unfit for dancing, they were so sore I could have collapsed right there. I looked over and my friend was standing next to me. I grabbed her and gave her the signal. We left the dance floor. Just as we were going to go to the couches, my dance partner stopped me and asked me for my number. I put it in his phone, and said goodbye.

He called me the next day. We went out the next week, and never spent a day apart after the first date.

<——-That was the white shirt<—-This was my costume