sketchy dance or date dance? two boxes in one

i remember one night driving home from an fhe activity at our bishop-brics house.  my roommate Ashley was in the car and she would not stop talking about him.  she’d been talking about him the last few months—ever since the semester change and the radical family swap.  not only were they now fhe siblings, but they also had some intense Russian novel class (sounds like a party right?) and while they agreed that Russian novels should be the highlight of every single and attractive college kids life, they disagreed on EVERYTHING else.  Ashley loved to come home from class and say “ohmyword. youwon’tbelievewhatandrewsaidinclasstoday.” 

needless to say, her talking about him in the car wasn’t really a shock to anyone.

until she said “kassie. you have to date him.”

uhm. what?? date this crazy boy who loves reading seventy-thousand page novels written a hundred years ago by old Russian men with crazy eyes and gianormous beards.  yeah. okay Ashley.

“no, but seriously you should”

perhaps this ridiculous idea of hers was sparked by the conversation i had during fhe with the russianlovingboy himself.  it went something like this:

him “i heard a rumor that you like to go clubbing”

me “why, yes. i may have started said rumor”

him “we HAVE to go. i’m underage and need someone to sneak me in and teach me how to sketchy dance on tables and stages and swing from the ceiling to the beat of classic 80’s dance tunes”

me “yes. salt lake. area 51. let me teach you my young padwan”

**hard-core dance moves demonstration in the hallway of brother Vs house**

did i mention this was just minutes after he single-handedly volunteered me to give a talk in church the week after?

so it was a check one i.hate.you.box and a check one okay.maybe.you.think.i.do.cool.things.like.80s.clubbing.we.can.start.to.think.about.becoming.friends.box kind of night.

but i digress. back to ashley’s comment

“dear Ashley. i just want to sketchydance with this boy. not datedance him”

conversation settled.

until a few weeks later when perhaps i found myself not only wanting to datedance this boy, but ACTUALLY datedancing this boy. oops.

but.

that’s an entirely different story.