Out Dancing

Boys and girls, I finally met William! (For those who don't remember-William is the hot Asian guy I've seen at the dance club I go to. I named him William just so I could call him something.) It's all thanks to Elizabeth. She was being all super dooper friendly and introducing herself to anyone that looked interesting, and when I noticed William had entered the dance club, she took it upon herself to hook us up. She went and met him and told him that her friend "wanted to dance with him." After he danced a couple of dances with me, he went "to get a beer," and I noticed his friends were doing the "hey-all right!" motions at him, so that made me feel attractive at least. Elizabeth went to find him again later in the evening, and he danced the last few dances with me. Strangely enough, it turns out his name is NOT William, it's John. And he's not gay as I had surmised. At least that's what he said. And when he stuck his tongue down my throat, I was pretty sure. That's right, children, I made out with John nee William. And let me tell ya, he is as hot up close as he is from afar. He's got 6-pack abs and rock hard pecs, not to mention very nicely defined arms. And he's 22. Damn, I can't seem to stay away from the kids! He kept dropping subtle hints to try to get me back to his place, such as, "I just live right over there on the square, over the wine store." I didn't really see an appropriate place to work in the fact that I don't have premarital sex. I guess I coulda said something along the lines of, "Let me take this opportunity while you're sucking my neck to tell you that I will never have sex with you, ever." I dunno. Seems like a mood killer. So, I went off to Ihop like a good girl and he went home. Tee hee. After an 8 1/2 year dry spell, I've now made out with not one, but TWO guys in one year! Hot damn, I'm on a streak!