Of speed dating and dancing with boys...

I knew my parents would get a kick out of this, since they didn't get the full details:


So we had this program for 12-13 year old girls and boys for our church in which we learned some dancing. I wasn't sure if I was nervous, excited, or what. I suppose I had no idea what to expect. All I knew is that there were a select few whom I would not like to dance with so much. Including Harry Potter, as codenamed by me and a group of Non-Mormon friends. He really does look like Harry Potter though... like, he's got glasses and greenish-blue eyes, dark hair. And he's really tall. Which is normally okay, but he's tall and gangly. Poor guy. And Spaz. The others were some very short deacons I didn't want to dance with.

So we started out with Speed Dating. No joke. The girls were arranged at tables and every thirty seconds the boys had to move to the next chair. We had to talk and ask questions. Outgoing me (heh), I had to do nearly all the talking. There were some boys who totally just started yapping away. Those were really quite nice though. I didn't have to say much. Some boys I could hardly hear what they were saying. The questions were dull and rather old by the like... 15th kid I had to talk to. There were some conversations I was really proud of. Like the one with Genius, but is the total opposite of what you think when you hear 'genius'. He's actually really cool and sporty, not like, chess nerd kind of type. So we were talking and he was like "You're in 8th grade right?" and I was like "Yeah. And you skipped a grade?" And he was like "Yeah, I skipped second grade." And I was like "That's awesome. Yeah, I think I'm smart enough [imagine me with a self-righteous look upon my face here] to skip a grade, but my teachers don't think so." He laughed. I made him laugh! :O Anyhow, the thirty seconds were up by then and then onto the same average kid. But then Spaz, came up, and we started talking. And I was really surprised, because I had a good time talking to him. He didn't seem so spazzy then. And then onto Harry Potter, which was fine. A bit awkward, but no more than the others.

So that ended Speed Dating. Then onto dancing. We arranged ourselves in a huge circle. That's when our dance instructor took the floor. He picked a random kid from the crowd and then told him to ask a girl to dance as an example. Poor little guy. He was like... shaking. All the girls were like "Awwwwwweee!" LOL. Saps.

After that the boys had to do a few asking practice runs. They came up and asked us to dance, though we didn't actually dance. I was cursing my stupid cheeks. Anyone who knows me personally knows that they get super bright cherry red at almost anything. Especially when I laugh. I think I was blushing tomato red, but I was surprisingly at ease. I was already having lots of fun, and I was quite calm. But stupid face... -scowls- Anyhow, what was marvelous was when actually got to begin dancing because when the boys asked us, they took us by the hand and led us to the dance floor. It was a really sweet gesture, even if they were doing it only because they were forced to. So the first time I got asked was by a kid who had both talked me in the Speed Dating part and asked me on a practice run to dance. I think he was smitten. xD But thankfully a pretty decent dancer. When we were done dancing and talking, he guided me back to where I was sitting and told me thank you. It was so cute!

And next time around, I was analyzing who was coming towards me. Genius was, but then he turned to ask another girl to dance. I kind of watched them go to the dance floor and then suddenly Harry Potter was looming over me. "Want to dance?" he asked. I smiled (which I've found I can fake quite well, since all my smiles look fake anyway) and said sure. He walked me over to the dance floor. The music began and we began to do the weird slightly swaying thing. He was so tall. I felt shrimpish, but there were worse couple there. My friend Bryn was making signals behind him, mouthing "Do you like him?" And I was like "?!?!?" I suppose I was smiling a lot as I talked to him. My cheeks were uncomfortably hot. And Bryn has this odd idea that I like him. Harry Potter? >.< Noooo!

When that was done, we had one more slow dance to do. The guys all came over. But no one was coming for me this time. No one. Everyone was already on the dance floor. My mood was drained completely. There were enough guys! More than enough! Why did no one want to dance with me? I tried to think of how I looked like from the boys point of view. While all the girls had chosen bright, spunky teenager-ish clothes, I'd worn a black skirt with pink flowers on it and paired it with a reddish-pinkish shirt and my black and white pearls. I'd pinned my hair back into a messy bun. I suppose I looked a lot more 'elegant' and 'formal' and 'older' that the rest. The skirt, I admit, was a hand-me-down from the 90s, but I thought it looked very nice and not outdated. But maybe I looked to formal and old-fashioned in their eyes. I mean, it's possible, because that's how I am. But I felt pretty. Well, not at that moment though.


But then Colton (bless you, bless you, Colton!) from Lang/Lit came over and asked me to dance. I literally said out loud "Yay! Of course!" He was a it more awkward to dance with than the other two, but I was grateful I actually got a partner.

And that ended slow dancing. Next; swing dancing. I was so excited, because that's what I was looking forward to all night. I love swing dancing.

Turns out that slow dancing was a lot better. Unfortunately. The swing dancing was a lot harder to learn, and the guys sucked at it. 'Cept for the people at the other end of the line, including Genius. They were getting so into it. I wished I was on that end. But what was worse is that I got two hand strokers. No joke. Two of the guys kept on drawing their thumbs across my knuckles and I was getting ready to jerk my hand away. I'll except that gesture when I'm married, thank you, but that was super awkward. Too creepily intimate. Ew. Anyhow, you'll get the biggest kick out of this:

The kid I was to dance with had the hugest... greenest booger in his nose. It was so so so disgusting. I kept on wiping my nose, trying to give him some signals. But boys are known for nonobservance, so it was expected that he was oblivious. The girls next to me were exchanging me sympathetic looks. I had to touch his snotty hands! Ew ew ew ewwwie ew ew! So while we were dancing, our instructor was like "This dance is called the 'Wipe Your Nose' dance." I seriously snorted. The guy laughed with me, thinking I was laughing at the name. But I was laughing at the incredibly ironicness of the name of the dance! xDDDD Oh man. Good times.

The next guy was a horrible dancer. Horrible. But we were talking and he said he was born n Hawaii. So that got us talking. And he did rugby! I mean, how flippin' awesome. He was an interesting person. Just not able to sweep me off my feet with dancing skills. Gah. I wish I were in a Jane Austen novel. All the men could dance then.