I was up on the dance floor, trying my best not to make a fool of myself. I was having a good time, though I wasn’t really connecting with anyone. All the guys seemed interested in other girls. Then, for some reason, my eyes moved down to the back of club, and I saw you. You were dressed a little plainly — grey pants, black shirt, black hat. You had an impressive upper body.
A group moved in front of you and I lost sight. I waited until the song was done, and made my way to the bar. You came up behind me.
“Buy you a drink?” you asked.
I noticed that you didn’t actually have a huge upper body, but were wearing a chest protector, which I thought was weird.
“I’m CB,” you said. “I couldn’t help but notice you up there. You looked great.”
‘Thanks. I should get back. My friends are still up there.”
“You can stay a few minutes, can’t you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least try to talk to the prettiest girl in the place.”
Four hours later, we were still talking as the bar closed. I never did make it back to the dance floor.
(tremendous GIF credit goes to probably-real-person Bill Baer).
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