About101 things in 1001 days.
A little while ago one of my good friends got married. I had lived with her in my undergrad and so while I knew her quite well, I didn’t know many people at the wedding. I was seated at the misfits table with the husband of a bridesmaid I knew and some friends of the groom (probably because I had joked that there better be some single guys at my table).
When it came time to dance, one of the women at my table tried to convince one of the guys, who seemed to be there alone, to dance. He outright refused and even left the room so he wouldn’t be coerced into dancing. Well, that was a challenge if I ever saw one. Naturally I teased and needled him and tried to get him to dance with me. I even pouted at him but to no avail. Some shyness cannot be overcome by cuteness alone, it seems.
The rest of the table seemed to be rooting for us, as both the groom and a groomsman told me that I should keep trying but when the time came for him to leave, we still hadn’t danced.
Before he left, the groom came around and asked if he could give the shy boy who wouldn’t dance with me my number. ‘Sure,’ I said, but figuring that if he wouldn’t dance with me he probably wouldn’t call me.
But he did. Or well, he texted and now we’ve been out a couple of times so there you have it.
(I’m counting giving my number to a stranger the same as asking a stranger out, since it implies a certain amount of dating potential and it’s my list so I can do what I want!)