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The other night, I asked this girl if she wanted to dance, and she accepted.
Now, the nature of this dance is that someone "calls out" the moves that we're going to do, often in real time. And I'm pretty new to this particular form of dance.
She asked me if I could handle it. She rolled her eyes at me every time I screwed up. She told me that the terminology and phrasing I used in my dance-related suggestions were "weird."
She also told me to stop smirking. I mean, I can't help but have a little natural smile, and it had nothing to do with her--it's like my default facial expression! :steam:
From her overall demeanor, I'm virtually positive that that was her way of flirting--something along the lines of playful teasing. I dunno, I could just sort of tell what she was going for. Regardless, she poured it on way, way too thick.
I didn't feel like I should ask her out; I felt like I should knock her down a peg or two.
I could tell the difference between someone who was trying to correct my technique--which did happen, of course--and that.
Suffice it to say, I didn't ask her to dance again.
And that's my story.

Now, the nature of this dance is that someone "calls out" the moves that we're going to do, often in real time. And I'm pretty new to this particular form of dance.
She asked me if I could handle it. She rolled her eyes at me every time I screwed up. She told me that the terminology and phrasing I used in my dance-related suggestions were "weird."
She also told me to stop smirking. I mean, I can't help but have a little natural smile, and it had nothing to do with her--it's like my default facial expression! :steam:
From her overall demeanor, I'm virtually positive that that was her way of flirting--something along the lines of playful teasing. I dunno, I could just sort of tell what she was going for. Regardless, she poured it on way, way too thick.
I didn't feel like I should ask her out; I felt like I should knock her down a peg or two.
I could tell the difference between someone who was trying to correct my technique--which did happen, of course--and that.
Suffice it to say, I didn't ask her to dance again.
And that's my story.
