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So tonight was Salsa night.

I haven't been out to a dance club in years. Literally, it's been at least three or four, probably more like five years since I've gone dancing. And I've never done Salsa before. I went with S from school, and we met up with her friend G. They both taught various dancing classes at Arthur Murray, and G still does. He was very cute, by the way - he reminded me of David Boreanaz (when he wasn't brooding over Buffy and evil, etc).

So it's been five years since I've gone dancing, and it's been more like seven or eight years since I was approached by a guy at a club (and how embarrassing is that to admit) so I just assumed that I would spend the evening watching S and G dancing. Well, S convinced me to walk over and stand by the dance floor - 'there's a whole bunch of guys just waiting to ask someone to dance,' she said. So I went along with her and we hadn't even reached the dance floor yet when someone darted out and pulled me up to dance.

Very handsome guy, and extremely patient with the fact that I didn't have a clue how to dance, was wearing heels (something I don't often do and which puts me off balance) and had a bit of a buzz - so altogether I was a little wobbly. We danced, I think, three times, to salsa and merengue music, and then he asked for my number. We may go out on Sunday.

Of course, eve11's friend J left a message asking if I wanted to do something this weekend as well. So, I - who haven't had a real date in over a year - may end up with two dates in one weekend. Now, it's entirely possible that one or both of these things may fall through, but still. The possibilities for fun are there.

Okay, I have to get up and go to work tomorrow morning (or, really, I suppose later this morning) which is going to suck enough as it is. I should probably go to bed now, rather than later.