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Well, as i said in my previous blog, i was going to a ball dance. Well, i went last night. it was from 6-9:30ish, and i had a wonderful time. Even though i ran into some people and i hardly knew anyone there. I met a very interesting man though, we danced like four times together. He was very friendly and though we danced terrably, we talked a lot. But what made him "interesting" was that he had been in comma for three weeks! So he was like, "YOu can now tell all your friends you danced with some one who had been in a comma." It is an understatement to say i was at a loss of words. What does one say? I said something stupid like, "Impressive." or something around those boarder lines. :P than i realize how stupid that sounded and tried to explain what i meant... Luckly he understood what i was trying to say and we laughed. Ha, ha, my dad was there and he was kinda suprised at how many times we dance together (it was only like 4 times) and on our way home he asked me about him and i assured him he was married and had a four year old daughter. ha, ha, he was really nice and i enjoyed dancing with him. Once i had been standing by the wall and he walks ups to me and looks at the dancing people doing a difficult looking dance. "I can't dance that," he said, "But i'll dance with you the next one, k?" He kinda slaps my arm in a friendly gesture before walking away. We did dance the next one together.
Oh, Andya, by the way, Paul, Danny, and Joey came. I was so suprised to see them. I danced with Paul and Joey but not with Danny...
But not everything was so blissful. When i danced with one of my friends (i rather not mention his name)... Well, let's just say i had envisioned a very nice dance with him and everything turned out horrably-- I ran into him, my feet were stepped on, i was confused with the beats, and i probably did the worst spins in the history of spinning, i stuttered like a ton, said something that came out so wrong sounding, and other stuff in that avanue-- and i think the worst part was the fact that i never got to dance with him again so i wonder if he now thinks of me as the most terrable dancer there. Gosh i so wanted to disappear! You know, kinda fade out of existance for the next 10 years. I wanted to cry too! Which absolutely terrable. The worst was at the end of the dance, when i didn't get to dance with him (i had been secretly hoping i would) and he was dancing with someone else and i felt like my heart was slowly falling apart. Bleck--- terrable. But even then, i wasn't that bad because i least i had someone to dance with in the last dance unlike the last time when i went to a dance. Still, it was on the way home i really felt like my heart was braking, which of course freaked me out, cause i thought i had gotten over him and had excepted fate that he didn't like me... Okay, well i knew i hadn't gotten over it because i still had hope that maybe he did like me but thought i was prepared to be proved not. I guess not.
but on the more positive note, I signed up for dance lessons for the 29- the 1 of July. I'll be spending the night at a friends for that and i'm really looking forward to the lessons. the first night, if i remember correctly will be lessons the waltz, 2nd the two step, and 3rd the swing... or something in that order. It really doesn't matter what order, all i know is that i'll be doing those dances at the class.
ballroom dancing is so much fun. I think becuase it makes one feel so elogant. And there's music. lol. :P
so that was my dance last night. I had a lot of fun despite for the fact that my heart almost felt like it was being broken. (It was only half broken) and even then i now it was stupid for me to feel like that which makes me feel not so hurt. *sigh* i won't even attempt to try to explain how i'm feeling. ha, ha. I'm so confuzing.
~Argetlam
p.s yes i know i have some grammer and spelling mistakes. sorry, i'm tired.