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Tonight was Washington College's Birthday Ball, in honor of George Washington's birthday. Managed to go, started to have a good time. Didn't know how to dance, of course, but I know an absolutely wonderful girl.
I didn't even bother asking her to be my date because I was sure she'd have one. She's an exchange student from South Africa, but she's cute as a button and extremely nice so I figured she had to have had some offers. Oddly enough, no, or if she did she turned them down, because she came with a group of friends.
At first it all went wonderful. I'm not going to pretend she's the love of my life or anything. I've come to realize perfectly well that I fall for girls too hard, too fast. But she was sweet and friendly, she laughed when I joked, and for once in my life I felt like a normal guy chatting up a pretty girl at a dance instead of awkward aspie guy on the outside. We danced for about five minutes when I first saw her. I felt like a total ass, I knew I was awkward, but it was still wonderful.
Don't worry, this post will have a point eventually. I'm getting there. Anyway, I lost track of her after that, and spent like an hour sifting the crowds for her. I finally found her, she was dancing with her friends, I sort of awkwardly hung around for a while. The end of the dance approached. I asked her, meeting her outside the dance hall, if the next slow song could be ours for one last dance, because I know I can actually slow-dance without feeling ridiculous.
One of her friends butted in, said, "the next dance with [girl] is mine. The one after that's taken too." She got up, stood between us. I assumed she was just kidding, so I put up my dukes to play along, said, "I'll fight you for her!"
Thing is, she wasn't joking exactly. She didn't actually try to hit me, but she stood between us no matter how I tried to dodge, didn't smile no matter what I did, and eventually started semiseriously talking trash. Told me to leave before I suffered the shame of getting beat up by a girl.
The title of this post says the rest. I have no idea what that was about, if she just resented my trying to butt in on their circle of friends or what. Before the inevitable crude suggestions come in, I doubt they're lesbians. Don't get me wrong, those girls might have been for all I know, but The Girl, the one I like, referred to them as "friends," and they didn't act at all like...well, y'know. What's the proper term, a harem?
The situation was so weird and unexpected, I eventually just sort of backed down. Still smiling, I said, "well, I guess it's good night then," trying to call out her bluff, see if it was just a joke. "The" Girl, the one from SA, seemed to treat it as one, but her hefty friend just stood there acting tough. So I went off to the coat check feeling ridiculous. I waved goodnight to her as I passed by with my coat a few seconds later, with a smile. She waved back with an unreadable but smiling expression on her face.
The next time I see her, I plan to ask, in the most delicate terms I can manage, if they are just "friends" as stated, or if that was a joke or what. I'm not angry so much as in a state of shock. I have no idea what just happened, whose fault it was if anyone's, anything. Does anybody have any guess what the deuce just happened there?
I didn't even bother asking her to be my date because I was sure she'd have one. She's an exchange student from South Africa, but she's cute as a button and extremely nice so I figured she had to have had some offers. Oddly enough, no, or if she did she turned them down, because she came with a group of friends.
At first it all went wonderful. I'm not going to pretend she's the love of my life or anything. I've come to realize perfectly well that I fall for girls too hard, too fast. But she was sweet and friendly, she laughed when I joked, and for once in my life I felt like a normal guy chatting up a pretty girl at a dance instead of awkward aspie guy on the outside. We danced for about five minutes when I first saw her. I felt like a total ass, I knew I was awkward, but it was still wonderful.
Don't worry, this post will have a point eventually. I'm getting there. Anyway, I lost track of her after that, and spent like an hour sifting the crowds for her. I finally found her, she was dancing with her friends, I sort of awkwardly hung around for a while. The end of the dance approached. I asked her, meeting her outside the dance hall, if the next slow song could be ours for one last dance, because I know I can actually slow-dance without feeling ridiculous.
One of her friends butted in, said, "the next dance with [girl] is mine. The one after that's taken too." She got up, stood between us. I assumed she was just kidding, so I put up my dukes to play along, said, "I'll fight you for her!"
Thing is, she wasn't joking exactly. She didn't actually try to hit me, but she stood between us no matter how I tried to dodge, didn't smile no matter what I did, and eventually started semiseriously talking trash. Told me to leave before I suffered the shame of getting beat up by a girl.
The title of this post says the rest. I have no idea what that was about, if she just resented my trying to butt in on their circle of friends or what. Before the inevitable crude suggestions come in, I doubt they're lesbians. Don't get me wrong, those girls might have been for all I know, but The Girl, the one I like, referred to them as "friends," and they didn't act at all like...well, y'know. What's the proper term, a harem?
The situation was so weird and unexpected, I eventually just sort of backed down. Still smiling, I said, "well, I guess it's good night then," trying to call out her bluff, see if it was just a joke. "The" Girl, the one from SA, seemed to treat it as one, but her hefty friend just stood there acting tough. So I went off to the coat check feeling ridiculous. I waved goodnight to her as I passed by with my coat a few seconds later, with a smile. She waved back with an unreadable but smiling expression on her face.
The next time I see her, I plan to ask, in the most delicate terms I can manage, if they are just "friends" as stated, or if that was a joke or what. I'm not angry so much as in a state of shock. I have no idea what just happened, whose fault it was if anyone's, anything. Does anybody have any guess what the deuce just happened there?
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