Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?
Yesterday I went salsa dancing at the Century Ballroom. It was lots of fun, but of course no night of dancing would be complete without the token weird guy; and this guy was a real winner. Now in the world of social dancing, proper etiquette dictates that the gentleman should at least ask the lady if she would like to dance, but this guy literally just grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor all while not looking at my face. We then proceeded to stand on the dance floor and wait for the next song to start (he still wasn’t looking me in the face). The following is how our conversation went:
Him: “So, you’re from Russia?”
Me: “Um, no. I’m from Chicago.”
Him: “You’re married?”
Me: “No.”
Him: “This is good. You and I will be boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Me: “No. I need to know someone for more than one song before I make a decision like that.” Keep in mind he is still not looking at me.
Him: “I am a good man, you are a good woman. This is a good arrangement. We will be boyfriend and girlfriend.”
I told him I would discuss it with him further at next week’s dance (which I won’t be at). He insisted on giving me his cell phone number which promptly ended up in the garbage.
