10.21.2004
- I was early to dance class today, so I sat outside the door with a few other girls that were also early, and watched the previous class. Of course, my dancer girl was in it, and even better, was standing right by the door. Oh, heaven! I made an attempt at doing other things, talking to my friends in the hall, helping one with our dance, admiring another's pictures from a recent birthday, but couldn't help watching her, so happy when she looked out the door, caught my eye, and smiled at me. As the class went on, she looked at me more often, usually making faces about how silly the teacher was, or rolling her eyes when she messed up. Every glance sent butterflies skittering down my spine as I laughed with her. When their class finally got out, it was a few minutes of chaos; people got dressed and packed up while others took off outer clothing and settled in. As I sat down to stretch, she appeared, sitting near me to talk about random things. I can't remember a bit of them, I was too busy admiring her big brown eyes, long eyelashes, perfect dark ponytail, loooong legs. MMMMmmmmmmmmm.
Class started, and of course, I stole the spot behind her. I tried to concentrate, but she made it so hard, goofing off, always the perfect angel when the teacher looked over, but wiggling her butt and bouncing around the rest of the time. Even worse, she was wearing a halter top leotard, baring her lusciously creamy skin almost down to her waist, and a teeny tiny pair of short shorts. How could anyone concentrate with that in front of them?
After about 10 minutes, half the class was lip synching to the music and dancing around unabashedly, while the teacher sat down and laughed at us.
Just when order was finally restored, she leaned over in front of me, and pulled her already short shorts up as high as they could go, supposedly to show me that her tights were on the outside of her leotard, instead of the inside. I admired the view, and pretended to get lost in it, asking innocently what I supposed to be looking for after staring for a few moments. We both giggled at it, but I can't help but wondering...
All through class, she continued messing around in front of me, turning around to talk to me, coming back to touch my arm more than once, showing off again and again. I can't help but wonder what's going on. I've watched her since I first saw her, simply because she was the best dancer in the class, and the prettiest by far, but I never noticed her touching anyone so much, or for that matter, talking to anyone so much. I can't help but think I'm imagining it, every girl with a crush reads too deeply into every movement that their crush makes...I know, I know. I'm being silly, but still....it can't hurt to fantasize, can it?