Surprise

I see her sitting on the couch, alone, overlooking the dance floor. Amazing. I was stunned by how beautiful she was. My fear and anxiety shot through the roof, so I almost ran over to her before it had a chance to sink in and paralize me.

"What are you doing sitting by yourself, young lady? Where are your friends?"

She tells me her friends are dancing, and she's relaxing. We talk/laugh for a few minutes. I spontaneously grab her hand and say "let's go dance", and we're off.
 

After we dance, we're out on the patio talking. We're building a connection, and everything's going good, but she's not flirting back or returning any touching. Her friends show up, and I have some fun with them, they start to love me.

She still won't return my flirting, but continues touching me on my arm. She's not resisting, she's just letting it all happen with a straight face. Weird. They talk about leaving, so I start to eject on the basis of finding my friends. Out of NOWHERE, she says "hey wait, lemme give you my number". She also invited me back to their place to smoke and hang out.

Now I get it: she's high on something. That explained why she giggled alot, why she was a bit slow and had a poker face while I touched her, like she was deep in thought. Drugs are a no-no for me. A turnoff.

Damnit! She looked so innocent, I never would've guessed she was high. Lesson learned: you never know someone until you KNOW someone.

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