Toefur's Daily Anecdote
I started going to Disco's in grade 5, so I would have been ten, turning eleven, back then. My best friend at the time suggested I go with him. I don't know if he had been before, but he seemed positively enthused at the fun to be had there.
We'd go there, in our wisened ten year old minds, and pick up girls.
I remember the very first one I went to. The first girl that found me latched onto me immediately. Generally, the process went like this: you would walk around in the darkened room (usually a big area like a gym or an auditorium) with your friends (that was if you hadn't found a nice young lady yet) and at the end of each song you'd approach a girl that took your fancy and ask if she'd like to dance with you, or vice versa.
We hadn't been there long, though I had danced with my fair share of girls already, and one young lady came up to me and asked if I wanted to dance. If things were going well, you would continue dancing after the first song. If things weren't so bright, you'd let go of each other and walk off. Speaking wasn't a large part of the whole ordeal.
If things did progress into the next song, you would get progressively closer until your two bodies were pressed right up against each other and your heads were resting on the other's shoulder.
For two hours (until the end of the night) this girl and I danced.
Our conversation went like this.
(Since I have no recollection of the girls actual name, we'll call her Michelle).
Michelle: Do you want to dance?
Me: Okay.
Michelle: What's your name?
Me: Chris.
Michelle: I'm Michelle.
Michelle: What school do you go to?
Me: Grovedale West.
Michelle: I go to Mandama.
Me: Cool.
Michelle: Do you want to go out with me?
Me: Okay.
[Interlude where I go to tell my friends the good news].
Me: That's Michelle.
Andrew: [Suppressing a laugh] Hi (He thought she was ugly).
Michelle: Hi.
[We resume dancing].
Michelle: Have you ever kissed a girl?
Me: No.
Michelle: Do you want to?
Me: I don't know.
Michelle: Okay.
[The end of the night approaches].
Michelle: Bye.
Me: Bye.
Michelle: Will you be here next time?
Me: Okay.
That was the beginning of the end for my youthful innocence.
We'd go there, in our wisened ten year old minds, and pick up girls.
I remember the very first one I went to. The first girl that found me latched onto me immediately. Generally, the process went like this: you would walk around in the darkened room (usually a big area like a gym or an auditorium) with your friends (that was if you hadn't found a nice young lady yet) and at the end of each song you'd approach a girl that took your fancy and ask if she'd like to dance with you, or vice versa.
We hadn't been there long, though I had danced with my fair share of girls already, and one young lady came up to me and asked if I wanted to dance. If things were going well, you would continue dancing after the first song. If things weren't so bright, you'd let go of each other and walk off. Speaking wasn't a large part of the whole ordeal.
If things did progress into the next song, you would get progressively closer until your two bodies were pressed right up against each other and your heads were resting on the other's shoulder.
For two hours (until the end of the night) this girl and I danced.
Our conversation went like this.
(Since I have no recollection of the girls actual name, we'll call her Michelle).
Michelle: Do you want to dance?
Me: Okay.
Michelle: What's your name?
Me: Chris.
Michelle: I'm Michelle.
Michelle: What school do you go to?
Me: Grovedale West.
Michelle: I go to Mandama.
Me: Cool.
Michelle: Do you want to go out with me?
Me: Okay.
[Interlude where I go to tell my friends the good news].
Me: That's Michelle.
Andrew: [Suppressing a laugh] Hi (He thought she was ugly).
Michelle: Hi.
[We resume dancing].
Michelle: Have you ever kissed a girl?
Me: No.
Michelle: Do you want to?
Me: I don't know.
Michelle: Okay.
[The end of the night approaches].
Michelle: Bye.
Me: Bye.
Michelle: Will you be here next time?
Me: Okay.
That was the beginning of the end for my youthful innocence.