Hey, Seddit! It's been a long while since I posted here or even browsed, I've been super busy with being chronically lazy (read: senioritis) and all the pre-college/post-highschool prep stuff. I also haven't had many worthwhile pickups/escapades/stories in between this time either until recently. Anyway, I'm here with another field report, this time coming from my senior prom! Enjoy!

So, it's the day of my senior prom. I am looking fly in my tuxedo, and my date is a smoking HB8- she's my 'platonic' friend, so she's nothing but social proofing tonight. Her and I decided to go Dutch.

The event

Fast forward through all the bullshit and now it's time to dance. I love dancing for so many reasons: I'm good at it, it's fun, girls like when you're good, chicks like it, and most important, freebie kino and escalation. Never skip an opportunity to dance, even if you suck. Keep it simple.

So, I'm looking out into the mosh that is the gym floor and I notice a girl I never, ever have before tonight. Junior at my school, a little girl. She looked shy and reserved but she struck me, I thought she was really cute (HB7.5-8 by my standards). She looked awesome. She always seemed to me like the type that would want a more straight-edge kind of guy, so I was definitely feeling some major AA.

The approach

She wasn't grinding with anyone, so I didn't really feel threatened. A slow song finally comes on and I get the courage to walk up to her. Almost looked like some goon was about to snatch her up but I got there first.

As I got closer, she looked me in the eyes, I flashed a smile, grabbed her hand, and simply said "Hey, let's dance." She said "Okay," kind of nervously. I'm leading her by the hand to the dance floor, and she puts her arms around my shoulders.

"Nah, this is how I dance." I say, as I grab her left hand and hold it in mine. (If you're a high school sedditor, this trick is golden and I swear by it: that way of slow dancing, your arms around her hips, her arms around your shoulders? That's bullshit. Kid stuff. Middle school. Say this to her, and dance with one arm around her waist and the other on her hand, close to your chest. It's classy, different, and more intimate.)

She smiled immediately and I could almost tell she was surprised that a senior athlete prom court member was asking her to dance. Again, she was a year younger and seemed shy, so everything was flowing naturally here. At this point I'm just soaring with confidence. During our dance, in typical high school fashion, she wouldn't look at me in the eyes. I understand, before now I never really had talked to her much. Knew she was a cheerleader. Knew she was nice and smart, but aside from that, nothing.

I strike up some small conversation halfway through the dance, ask her how her night is going, blah blah. The song ends and before she finishes saying "Thanks for the dance," the Macarana comes on and I grab her hand again. "Come on, let's get down! My favorite song." and I lead her to the front of the Macarana conga line and we have fun with the dance moves. I went all out here- I figured that she saw my smooth side, now for the fun.

She seemed to be having a really good time after that, laughing, talking to my buddies and their dates, as opposed to being shy all night- so I was happy that I made her night better. Little did I know, she was about to do the same for me.

The close

So we get a break in the action after a string of dances, I bring her over to a table with some punch and shit and she sits on my lap. In this short time we already were getting really comfortable with each other, and I thank the setting for that.

We're both sitting there, kind of exhausted, the night is winding down. She told me she had an awesome time, and I really did too. We drive around for a bit around the town, I stop in the country, and we get a little more cozy.

Fast forward to the morning. I hear a buzz coming from my desk. I'm hung over and tired. I get up, check the phone, and it's from an unknown number- it's her. Text reads: 'Rise and shineee, sleepy head :)'

Here's my 'post-game' analysis, we'll refer to it as. Me getting laid wasn't the real important part here- the important thing was that I went out there on a limb with an unfamiliar girl, put myself out there, and I ended up having a blast. I found out after that she had always thought I was really cute, just never said anything to me. Since prom we've been on two separate dates (we went bowling both occasions) and she's pretty cool- I might have her stick around for the summer. We'll see.