So, I just started dating a girl I met swing dancing, and I think things have been going very well. I have a great time with her, and she seems to as well. In addition to being a good dancer and a well-read, charming conversationalist, she is incredibly smokin’ hot. The kind of girl who, in the past, I would have considered out of my league. Right now, we happen to be in the same dance class Tuesday nights (although, both as follows, so I don’t get to dance with her), and we had made plans to hang out after class last night. Nothing specific, just some time together.
During the class, the instructor mentioned a new swing venue in town that was doing Tuesday night dances, so after class when we were heading toward the water fountain, I asked her if she wanted to go check it out.
“I can’t,” she said, “I’m not old enough.”
“So,” I said in a way that tried to be nonchalant, but failed, “how old are you?”
“Eighteen,” she said.
“Ok,” I said, resisting the urge to pump my fist in the air.