posted Saturday, October 30, 2010 at 9:59am
You: Blue jeans, black shirt, neck length blonde hair, standing/dancing by the door. Me: Blue jeans, black/brown shirt, glasses, sitting by the picket fence. You were a dancing machine at around 9:30-ish, and I wanted to, but couldn't join you. You dance a great dance and I caught you looking at me a few times. Dare I say that there are the times I didn't catch you looking my way. When are you going back there, and may I have this dance?
WhenFriday, October 29, 2010
Dancing at the Cambie