Wednesday, July 11, 2012

And We're Dancing...Dancing In the Street


For the second date with Greg, I stepped out of the usual dinner/drinks and casually invited him to a friend’s block party—you know, a collective gathering of folks ranging from the types I attended in my JMU days (complete with drinks only and a smattering of police officers) to the family neighborhood get togethers which actually include food and young children. But this weekend I found myself and Greg en route to a young professionals blocks party, which fairly resembled a family block party, but this one had beer pong and flip cup!

The block party was a great way to spend the day and it was an added bonus to see Greg with others. We played beer pong together, he made fun of me, and then we danced. The dancing could go either way—it was a slow song so it could be read as super sweet and romantic or, being that it was the second date and I tend to swing hard on the lunacy pendulum, it can be seen as, “this is too much too soon, please don’t touch me!” or something like that. Unlike Jeremy, who stranded me at a wedding when I expressed concern over dancing, Greg remained calm and coaxed me into being the only two people to slow dance in the middle of the street while we were surrounded by loud dogs and even louder people. I hacked into my own brain and realized that if this were a scene from a movie, I’d probably be going, “I want a guy like that! Why don’t I have a guy like that?” Annndd here we are. So, I plastered a smile on my face and held onto his 6’2” frame.

The couple girls that I knew at the party absolutely loved Greg. He was clearly a social guy and when he walked into the room, or um in this case, street, you knew he was there. He had no shyness to him, and I worried he was climbing the border wall from “entertaining” to “obnoxious” but my friends assured me he was not “THAT guy” at the party. Phew!

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