Opinions on a long story

[edgerrin]

I am at a local night club about a week ago, and this amazingly attractive female introduces herself to my friend and I. It is obvious that every man in the night club is trying to get with her and she ignores them like a cow does flies. My friend and I decide to go play pool because it is obvious she is too good for us and because of the fact that I rarely ever go hit on girls because a) I am not looking for a fling or b) I have very little confidence in my ability to say the right things. Well, in this case, my choice doesn't matter. She comes right over to our isolated pool table and initiates conversation. I like the name Nicole. Good start.

 

So, we all start talking and I can tell she is a little more tipsy than I. She explains that she attends a rival university, but one that is close proximity wise. She mentions without provocation that she maintains a 3.8 GPA and will enter Law School at my university the next fall. I get the feeling she is either trying awfully hard to impress us and she is too drunk to realize the way she is coming across, or that she is really just full of herself. I explain to her that where I go to school and we exchange a little more information. It turns out she is an expert dancer, specializing in hip-hop. This fact comes into play later. At this point it seems my ability to kill a conversation is becoming apparent. So, I decide to excuse myself from my friend and Nicole to go get another drink or two.

 

At this point I don't yet have an opinion about this girl. She hasn't given me enough to work with. She hasn't given me an impression so big that I kick myself in the morning for my failure to take advantage of a seeming opportunity. I figure my night with her is over as I look over to see my friend walking towards me without her. We share a little laugh about the unlikelihood of that beautiful girl singling us out and, of course, at our failure to do anything about it.

 

We meet up with our other two friends who were out on the dance floor. I decide to sit along the sidelines to watch my friends dance as I normally do at danceclubs. I don't really enjoy dancing, especially on "hip-hop" night. That type of dancing seems a bit too risque for me and, besides, I am no Ricky Martin on the dance floor. Well, look who waltzes up to me and grabs my hands and leads me out to the dance floor. A feeling of amibivalence washes over me. Sure, this girl is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen and intelligent to top it off, but she is an expert hip-hop dancer and I have the worst rhythm this side of Strom Thurmond. How am I supposed to impress her now?

 

I tough it out for 15 minutes. She is making us dance real close together and as much as I would like to enjoy it, I just get more and more uncomfortable. Her body is bumping against mine way too often. Aren't we supposed to move in sync? I feel like a parapalegic trying to drive a stick-shift. I apologize to her for my horrible rhythm and I ask that we go sit down. She tells me over and over that I was doing a great job. I am impressed with her patience and her sugar-coated compliments. We sit at a table and talk for a while. I find that I am very impressed with this women. I find out that she is from a small town, that her parents own a farm, and that she loves the outdoors. She seems perfect. What is even more perfect is that she tells me that she had to come talk to me because she found me irresistibly good-looking. I tell her that she is one of the most beautiful women I've seen in a long time. She's impressed. She seems to be sobering up, but as a result of my last few drinks I am getting a wee bit sloshed. It is at this point that I should ask for her number and call it a night. I don't think of it because my head starts to cloud as a result of all the alcohol. She gets up and stares at me right in the eyes. I ask if she wants to dance some more and she raises her eyebrows as to ridicule me for not knowing the answer to my question. Damn sexy! I follow her out to the dance floor and as soon as we hit the floor, she is gone. She runs across the floor and hugs this girlfriend of hers. Am I supposed to go catch her? I don't go run after her and I don't end up talking to her for the rest of the night. I go home without her phone number.

 

I am confused really with how the night ended. I don't know girls well enough to make a read based on what I experienced that night. It is obvious she was attracted to me as she said so herself. She was patient with me on the dance floor. We had a good conversation afterwards. Then poof! She's gone.

 

I really want to see this girl again. She told me where she works, a dept. store, but I won't have the opportunity to visit as I am not in the area anymore and I am leaving the country until March. I found her email address from her school directory using her name and major. I am wondering if it would seem too intrusive or forward to email her. I think she has too much potential to forget about, and I really think email is the last resort I have to ever talk to her again. So, please offer opinions on what I should do about the email, or maybe what I could do better next time I am in a similar situation. Thanks all for reading and I will appreciate each response immensely.

[Tony T]

My feeling is that she was flirting with you and having a good time while waiting for this girlfriend to meet her. She approached you because you were a challenge, you hadn't been hitting on her, and she wanted to see just how far she could get. Having learned that, you were no longer of any use to her.

 

Running away from you after leading you to the dancefloor was extremely rude and inconsiderate and should be a hint of things to come...but since you are a glutton for punishment, I would urge you to send her an email and see if you can get something going. In time, maybe her personality will evolve and she will be a bit more respectful.

 

You sound like a really great guy and I would hope that you would go after ladies who were not only attracted to you but who excused themselves politely when they had to go elsewhere...regardless of what their alcohol blood level was.

 

Perhaps your luck will be better when you get back into the country in March. Meanwhile, this lady will be doing a lot of playing while you're gone.