Dance, Anyone?

Okay so I just got back from my first school dance, ever. And I've gotta say I'm a little bit surprised because I know that high school dances aren't what PG-13 rated teen movies make them out to be. Their is no such thing as a perfect slow dance just an awkward swaying back and forth with a guy trying stroke to your breasts (just so you know that's not how slow dancing works, in case you horny teenage guys didn't know that). No one wears long dresses anymore, because apparently making sure your date sees how hot your legs are is more important than making sure you don't get pneumonia, but I guess I shouldn't talk because I was one of those girls and just so you know my legs are still red. And believe it or not guys are actually a lot less rude and impish than teen movies make them out to be. So I walk through the door, wait in line to get in, put my coat in the little theater, and stand in the middle of the room like a total dork looking for anyone I know, because seriously everyone looks like they're decked out for the grammys. I went with a short white dress with a silk ribbon wrapped around my middle with sequins on it, a mini striped itchy zip up jacket, pink flower wedges, and my hair some hair up some hair down (just in case your wondering). I found this girl Alexis (who's in my gym class) first, we had an awkward little tidbit of conversation and then she walked away, and after what felt like an eternity my friend Savanna found me. We walked around look for other people we actually knew and we found Calley and Brandi. I've known Calley since I was a little girl and Brandi I met in sixth grade and it was like BFF at first site. Brandi said she liked my dress and then just walked away and after standing there for several seconds going WTF, my date came up to me and so did Calley with a friend of hers who I knew from sewing class. We stood talking for a second and than Calley suggested we sit down at a table. We talked a little, when this girl came up and told Calley to go and dance with this guy awkwardly standing behind her. He was cute, looked kind of Indian, and if I hear right over the blaring music had an accent. Calley said she didn't need her charity just because she didn't have a date, not in those exact words of course. But still he sat down and talked to us and said his name but it was to loud to hear and understand what it was. And I talked to him a little too, and if heard right I think he asked me to dance but I totally mistook what he was saying and said all people did on the dance floor was stand around and talk. You know what? I think I may even have crush on him, and I think the feeling's mutual because the thing is when everyone was talking I stole a look at him and he was already watching me, so I just blushed a little and looked down. Afterward he left and I gotta say I was a little disappointed, we took pictures in the photo booth, Isaiah aka my date got me to dance. Me and my friends pumped our fists in the air and sung along to a song we sung in 8th grade chorus. I had punch that was just punch, not spiked or anything but maybe a little watered down. All of us sat on the stairs and acted like idiots, Brandi and her sort of boyfriend Nate had a war over who would get the zero calories Pepsi just in case your wondering Brandi won, I took pictures of my friends in funny positions, me and my date played matchmaker with a shy guy who sits at my lunch table and my bad-mitten partner in gym. I called my dad to pick me up when the dance was almost over and I waited with my date and my mom for my dad to bring the car around. After what felt like an eternity my mom said my dad may of just parked. And there he was in the parking lot sitting in his warm car and blasting the radio and smirking up and down like Satan. Turns out he was never going to bring the car around, he was parked there while I was standing there freezing my cutely self's butt off. Oh, almost forgot on my way over to the car I saw the cute Indian guy again, he was getting into the car and just as I was wandering if he had heard me nagging about how cold I was, he smirked at me and got into the car. I got into my car wondering if he really remembered because we only met for a brief few minutes or if he was just smirking at a passing stranger. I know what you're thinking, what about my date? Truthfully whenever I start dating someone it always turns out to be really awkward. So the reason I keep thinking about that brief encounter with that cute guy I talked to for a few minutes, it was because I felt like I could talk to him and their might of been this kindle of spark, I don't know I might just be exaggerating or this might be one sided. Whatever. I guess I had a good time. Well I need to go change out of my dress before my dad eats my smarties. See you later, BYE!:)