I just came home from a Salsa club with E, J, and K. I came directly from work to buy socks (that’s twice in one week now) and flowers. I went to Emma’s for dinner; her mother is a wonderful cook. It was J’s birthday today, and we found out that we were going to the club two hours before we went there. We didn’t really think that was going to happen, and both Emma and I had worked so we weren’t really into the idea. Thursday is Ladies Night and they have a free lesson from 8-10. I really want to learn to dance ballroom and latin because dancing is fun and it’s good exercise. It makes you somewhat in need of a partner though. I rather just watch than dance with a guy I am not interested in. It was E, J, and I for awile. It was J’s bday and E gave her a card game pack. We were actually starting to play the game in the club (no one was dancing yet though), then the music started for the lesson for the meringue. Two guys came up and asked if we wanted to dance since they had come alone. The guy who asked was a preppy looking (black sweater over oxford, jeans and flip flops) third year from my university. He was… not ugly. E and J were really indecisive. I shrugged my shoulders and went around to the dance floor and claimed Abercrombie who was named Nate. Jessie took the other guy, an Asian also named Jesse. Nate and I were dance partners for the next hour and half before he left. He half hugged me and told me to Facebook him. I would be lieing if I said I wasn’t a bit attracted to him. He was uptight about always keeping to the steps (he had gone twice before), and he had the typical guy humor about him being the best; the opposite of self-deprecating. He wasn’t obnoxious, but he definitely had some money. He’s from New Brunswick, never lived in Res, and lives in a nice apartment by the canal. I could tell he was a smoker from the smell of his cologne mixed with cigarrettes in his hands.
I did not expect to meet any new guys at all tonight. Even this morning, I thought about how little I thought about my own loneliness compared to high school and in general this summer. I guess when I don’t expect it, I do get things. That is such a big lesson for me. I am not going to Facebook him. I am in doubt about our chemistry. I was trying to figure out if I was attracted to him enough, but he isn’t attracted to me enough because Facebook does not equal phone number. The last thing I need to is to keep thinking about some guy I danced with for an hour in a salsa club. I overthink about my guy relationships too much because I worry about UST except with Justin. He’s just too metro and self-absorbed for me to worry about. No, I make too many expectations or what-if scenarios in my head. I always try to be too psychic, but it does not work. Lastly, I did search for him on Facebook and I couldn’t find him. Maybe he didn’t really exist in the first place and just served as a universe’s temptation and lesson so I could learn to detattch from guy scenarios. I clearly have some relationship issues, but they are being dealt with.
We left because E and I had worked and were tired. The club was great; I want to go back, but not for awhile since I have thursdasy classes and most of the girls are going to be out of town.
At this point, my computer froze. Nothing else much happened. I decided to give two weeks notice for Friday/today.