Sunday, May 26, 2013

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

It was a dream.  A complete and utter fantasy coming to life right in front of me.  Let me set the mood:

I was barefoot, wearing skinny jeans, a purple tank top and dangley purple and silver earrings.  I was in the smelly, run-down community center in my town for a sweet 16 party.  A slow song was on and most of the other guests were looking at each other like they'd never heard music before.  My two friends were joking around, doing the awkward middle school style slow dance while I did ballet around them towards the edge of the room.

Then.

Someone grabbed my arm and spun me out into the center of the dance floor.  It was the (ultra attractive) DJ.  Before I knew it I was spinning in all directions and being lifted in the air.  It was fabulous.  Then the song ended and I returned to my friends and he returned to his spot behind the speakers.

It was incredible.  It was my dream come true Dirty Dancing moment where I was Baby and he was Johnny Castle and nobody put baby in a corner.  Sigh.  It was perfect.

I did give him my number and we talked for a little bit but I wasn't really feeling it.  He was 22 and looking for something real, I'm 18 and looking for someone to dance with at my discretion until the end of July.  He called me twice a day and left messages asking me out to do things like go for a hike Friday afternoon before 4 pm and I'd have to remind him that I'm in school Friday before 4 pm so that's not exactly feasible.  And he couldn't spell...like, at all.

I'll always have the dance, though.