It don't mean a thing...

I did a 6-9am shift, then fell back to sleep until 2:30 pm. Ooooops.

Marla and I went swing dancing tonight at a restaurant called The Austin Grille in Canton. It was amazing.

The lesson itself, which was for beginners, went from 8-9. I did some swing dancing with Mr. Zupan (remember him?) back in tenth grade, but not much since then. It was lacklustre--I knew most of the steps (on instructor told me to stop leading my partner--the man is supposed to lead), and some of the guys were a little creepy. But, it was short, and I refreshed myself of the basics, which is always good.

Then, at 9, more and more people started to show. And these people were good. Some were pro-level. Including one particularly infectious dancer, who was tall and lean with well-tailored pants and bones like rubber bands. He was SO cute, and awesome to watch. He only danced with girls who knew what they were doing at first, then he danced with a few beginners, then he asked Marla. I was happy, because I love her and he's cute, but I was also like "Bitch!", because I'd been making eyes at him since he'd walked in the door (in his wool herringbone overcoat, I might add. ;) ).

So, he kept dancing, and I trained my eyes on him, and Marla started noticing this REALLY familiar guy (I thought) who kept looking at her. She danced with him once and found out his name was John. I danced with him once and found out he was from out-of-state. So much for familiarity.

FINALLY, Cute Infectious Dancer asked me for a dance. I was like "Yes, absolutely." :D His name is Craig, and he's been dancing for 10 years (!!!). He didn't like grad school and decided to go dancing instead (!!!!!!!!! Note: He looks about 25. If he went to grad school 10 years ago, he's almost 35. Sheeeeeit.). He was patient with my lack of knowledge and said as long as both people are smiling and no one falls on their ass (unless it's on purpose), it doesn't matter.

At the end of the dance, he thanked me and said that he knows he gets busy, but to find him for another dance at some point. :)))))))))

Unfortunately, we left pretty shortly after, BUT, as I was leaving, I caught his eye and waved, and he did the little "I notice you" eyebrows. :P I'll see him later. ;)

Marla and I waited a little while outside of the Grille because Marla was too chicken to give John her number outright. Of course, he emerged, but he was giving his name to some girl in T-strap heels and a striped skirt. Marla was disappointed. :(

So, we got back to MICA, and visited Tiff and Paul, who were at the desk. I slip upstairs to pee, and as I descend the stairs, I see another MICA girl, Sarah, who'd been at the Grille with none other than JOHN-FROM-OUT-OF-STATE! THAT was why he'd been familiar--he was Sarah's guest, and I'd checked him out of the Commons that morning during my 6-9am shift!

Now, Marla was properly mortified, and John basically ignored us while we gaped. Now, according to his ID, he's from New Mexico, so he's definitely just visiting Sarah (who may or may not be his girlfriend). Aw, sorry Marles!

OH-KAY. Just found Craig on Facebook. Stalk time.

Love you all!

-Alyssa

ETA: OKAY SRSLY? He's ten years older than me and he's married. WTF, world? He went to Pitt for crying out loud, and he's the Director of Music at a CHURCH. DARN YOU WORLD!

FR SRS. TISNF.