Every year, my college throws a semi-formal dance, and this past Friday was the night for this year. Now, my social circle at my school is pretty average (that's a bit generous), so I had a bit of a hard time even finding friends to go to the dance with. That would be a complete non-factor in the story, but I had already made up my mind on going just to game girls if I couldn't find a group, so my mindset switched just to having fun when I found some buds to go with. It worked out well.

I show up to pre-game at my friends' house, we start drinking, everyone's having a blast. I had no idea which girls in the house were going with one of the five guys that lived there as a date for the dance, so I didn't really try to impress anyone. Well, the targets worked their way out of the woodwork when I just started doing my own thing. I was dancing through the living room, playfully teasing all the girls, and just doing some general no-intentions flirting. One HB7 that I had briefly met a couple months ago started showing some interest. Made a mental note.

On to the dance. The main important thing here is that I ended up having the time of my fucking life. I probably danced (as in isolated, one-on-one dancing) with about 15 different girls, which was by far the best night I've had with dancing. HB7 took notice. She shows up right next to me on the dance floor a while later, we grind a bit for 2 or 3 songs, part ways afterwards and do our own thing. At the end of the dance, we all take the bus back to campus and start walking back to the house I pre-gamed at. HB7's house is on the way, and she wants to go change. Well, we go into her house (just the two of us), and she goes into her bedroom to change, but leaves the door open. Inviting. I follow her in, and she's already got her shirt off "changing." Green light much? I pull her in for a kiss and kill the lights. About 3 minutes of making out and her shirt and bra are off, and she's undoing my tie (I was kinda excited to have a girl pull my tie off and all that jazz; never happened to me before), but quits and says she has to go to the bathroom. She doesn't come back. What the hell...?

So I pack my boner back into my pants and go back to my friend's house for the after party. HB7 is there. Rather than get all awkward and avoid her I just gave her a smile, she gives one back. I wave her over to me and hand her my phone and with rock solid eye contact say "We'll finish that later." She looks skeptical for a minute, but then gives me a huge smile and punches in her number.

This was Friday. I texted her Saturday night inviting her to a different friend of mine's (totally different social group) party he was throwing. She excitedly agreed to come, but I had already left and she had been banking on riding with me. I haven't texted her since, but I'm expecting a decent response when I get time to invite her out.

Anyway, I definitely have a new appreciation for the value of not getting thrown out of state. I'll admit that I probably wouldn't have been able to do it that way if it weren't for the half hour or so gap between her ditching the bedroom scene and me seeing her again, but it worked out all the same.