boundcreature

alright, so I'm not entirely sure what happened tonight, I'll recount the facts as I know them and we'll see what you, my esteemed advisors, can make of the situation.

as you'll recall, last week, i inexplicably approached and spoke with a girl i had been quite taken with for the better part of the night. our encounter ended with her asking if i'd return the next week and informing me that it would be cool if i wanted to talk to her some more.

fast forward one week.

wednesday night. crypt at manray.

Plaingurl and i arrive dressed to kill. sit around a bit, i dance all by myself to one of the songs from Labyrinth, etc. We are sitting on one of the couches when SHE walks in and I sorta gasp, because it is at this point that I wonder what I have gotten myself into. I am suddenly incredibly impressed by the boy who chatted her up the week previous (he seems another person this week, a friend i've heard about, sort of admire).

and then she started to dance. i swear, i could watch her dance for days (assuming i am fed, watered, and my soil is changed). eventually i go up and dance. i get tired, go sit with Plaingurl who sees that SHE is done dancing and kinda standing off to the side near us, i catch the briefest glimpse of her looking my way... Plaingurl takes this as a signal to begin nudging me in the ribs and telling me to go for it, waving bright flashing lights at the opening directly in front of me. after a few moments of this air-traffic-controller like display, i go for it.

its a wee bit of a rocky start, but this girl actually seems interested, possibly slightly happy that i have come to talk to her. she smiles a few times, this is good, i must be doing something right. i am struck by the brilliant idea of asking to buy her a drink (something i have never done before) she says yeah, so i get her rolling rock (i feel a minor thrill at this, since i have not once in my life ever purchased alcohol at a bar -- i buy a bottled water for myself, i am so WILD).

there's some more talking followed by a very awesome bout of dancing thanks to DJ-plays-the-Cure-and-Echo-back-to-back. and this is where i think i've made some progress, because when she is done dancing, she leans into me and tells me she's gonna sit this song out. she is informing me of her plans, a level has been reached between two strangers...

i sit with Plaingurl for a little bit, hit the bathroom, and come back upstairs and sit at the bar-thingee next to HER. i consider opening with "um, should i piss off or is this cool?" but decide to say nothing and she initiates, we talk for a bit, she askes me about Dutch people in Pennsylvania and I explain that the "Pennsylvania Dutch" were actually German "Pennsylvania Deutsch." This leads her to ask me if I'm into Kraftwerk (I at least know they are German and influential) which leads to talk of Skinny Puppy and then i think it leads into another bout of dancing.

Now, the conversation is a little stilted, but its going. I get the impression that she is not 100% confident talking to me and I can tell that I am not firing on all cylinders, but still, i would say she seemed interested in talking with me, not unsure of how to get away from me. also, before i forget, i made sure that Plaingurl was established to HER as my friend and not some kind of quasi-girlfriend who watches me hit on other girls. she seems to get it. but brings her up a couple of times, which leads me to believe she may have been suspicious of what kind of a connection we actually have.

we dance more. i point out a man i would have sex with if i was gay (i had somehow gotten us on this topic earlier, i was possibly complaining about boys who have buckles and straps on their pants and wear shirts with flames on them and how if i was gay i totally wouldn't have sex with them, leading her to wonder who I WOULD have sex with). dance more. we have that stranger-connection thing again, where she leans in and says "i'll be right back."

a little while later, Plaingurl and i go into the other room, I pass her and wave as I walk by. this is a point of confusion. Plaingurl says she looked like she was trying to talk to me and i looked like i was blowing her off. this may very well be true, since i am oblivious and very good at offending people by not paying attention. regardless of this, i do not see her again for the rest of the night. she dissappears without a goodbye.

twice she told me she was leaving the dance floor but would "be back" or "be around" and then when she leaves the club, nothing.

so, what the hell happened?

did i offend her?

did she suddenly realize she wasn't interested?

was she abducted by aliens?

did she get nervous about the whole thing?

i have not a clue. i am very new to this going-out-of-my-way to talk to girls thing. i don't know if i fucked up some kind of protocol or something...

i definitely am still interested in her and would really like to talk to her more, preferably in a non-goth club atmosphere, y'know like a date or something. the only thing that gives me pause is that i am reasonably sure she is 28-30 years old. i am 23. i am pretty mature for my age, but i have no idea how well i could hold my own with someone much older. i sometimes have a lot of difficulty relating to people who are only 2 or 3 years older. either way, thats not a big issue.

the dissappearing thing is.

any thoughts?

regardless, i've developed two plans for the next time i see her. plan A is an old plan i've used numerous times, plan B was born out of a wave of inspiration:

PLAN A:

tell her that i think she is very attractive, find her dancing hypnotic, and would really like to talk with her more. ask if she has anything similar going on for me. (in summation: i like you, do you like me?).

PLAN B:

ask her if she wants to wrestle. if for some reason she says yes, possibly let her win. definitely lay off the major submission holds and try not to pitch a pop-tent.

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thats it. i should be in bed right now. i'll hit everyones journals tomorrow night. hope everyone has a righteous thursday.