This past week has been full of dancing. Latin dancing twice and country dancing once. Thursdays are still the best, naturally. This means that I was really excited to go, which I did and was there for two plus hours, and never sat out a dance. It was once again, a surreal evening. It started out perfectly normal. I danced with the same fellows I usually danced with, it was great fun, etc etc. Then a guy that I dance with frequently, who has offered to car pool to Salt Lake with me who got my number last week, and forgot to save it got my number again. Then there was this other guy that I know who I've been dancing with for quite awhile, who also got my number, because he likes me. I'm never sure how to feel about these things. Anywho, we're up to four twenty-five year old Latinos with my number. Again, not sure how to feel about this. This is still just a tad strange, rather than surreal, and still fun. Then another guy who is very nice and very short and older (I think) asked me about my Spanish, and told me that a) I need to practice my Spanish and b) I needed to come next week. Which I tend to do anyway, but whatever. Anywho. So by the time that I'm dying of tiredness and ready to leave, I have three guys closing in on me after every dance for the next one, which is a bit surreal. So finally I'm dying of tiredness and I need to leave. So I do. Then this guy in a car is like, "Hey! Do you remember me?" I went over to talk to him, because I thought he was a guy who taught salsa in Salt Lake and had talked to me about the team he was putting together in Provo. False. I did not know this until after he was old and went all seductive on me. Basically, that's when things got REALLY surreal, as this old Peruvian guy who I thought I knew but didn't went all seductive on me. And... yeah. Super weird. Very odd. Just very very very odd. And he wanted to go dancing with me on Friday. And he emailed me. But I didn't have access to my internet. Which is okay, cuz it was really strange. So then I went on Friday. But I went with my friend from my ward in Illinois who doesn't ever dance, and I was just wearing what I'd been wearing that day. I realized in the middle of it that I looked like a boy, as a guy who always asked me to dance looked right at me and walked by. So when I took my friend home I changed out of my giant man plaid shirt and put on heels and earrings. Which didn't really help. So I went home and slept. But then I went country dancing last night, because you can never go dancing too many times in a week. And it was fun, but doesn't have as much variety as Latin dancing. So. Still my favorite so far.
Moral of the story: avoid old Peruvian guys who you think you know but it turns out you don't :)
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