wuss

i have wanted to dance with her for some time. a month ago, when i approached her (ok, i ambushed her), she declined, gently.

enough time has passed, so i decided to try again.

during the cortina, i stood up, peeled off my high-tech-because-i-am-always-ready-to-go-on-an-expedition-at-a-moment's-notice-jacket, took off my glasses, and discovered that she was far away. now i am stuck. i waver, not sure what to do. not even sure whether she is allowing me to make eye contact. i start to fumble. i adjust my shirt. i unbuckle and rebuckle my belt (don't ask. it was something to do), i put my glasses back on. and then, i sat down. yes, i am a wuss.

of course, she witnessed all of this.

she walked towards me, and invited me to dance.

it was lovely.