"Dance In Your Own Space!"

You can't be witty in da club. Sad, but true.

I was at a building party. Basically, try and put a whole bunch of people in a living room, and hold a party in it. Everything was cramped. It was a joke, but the alcohol was free.

They turn to I had just finished a rye and coke with friends I hated when I tried to hit on Incensar.

Three notes on that sentence:
The Rye and Coke was good.

My friends I hated were Adam, Miranda, and Josh, and Josh's Girlfriend. I hate Adam because he's basically all my high school friends, albeit nicer. You know, "Yeah! I'm so drunk that I'm gonna party." Miranda's all the high school girls I knew. "Whoo! I'm so drunk that I'm gonna party!" And she doesn't like Kanye West, who I like. Josh is all right, but he never responded to an e-mail.

Incensar was as close as I got to her name. She was friends of my hated friends. She seemed cute.

The music was too loud. We couldn't talk, hear each other.

Imagine the "Let's get retarded in here" song playing sonic boom levels. I tried to start with a basic starting question:
"What program are you taking?"
"What?"
"Nothing. I said something disparaging towards you."
"What?"
"Nothing. I said something disparaging towards myself."
"What?"
"Everything I say is a lie."
"What?"

By now, I was talking so loudly that I could swear that my voice was pushing her hair back, wind-tunnel style, so I left.

Then Josh said he'd be my wingman.

If he was a wingman, he'd be the one who abandon the mission to bomb a hospital for orphans.

I did not know this at the time. He seemed to talk to her. She seemed to listen. I was desparate. The situation was not improved by the fact that Josh, his girlfriend were making out. As were Adam and Miranda. They taunted me with their kisses.

I saw the glorious possibilities of drunkenly making out in a shitty club that lay ahead of me, although I had abandoned my drink.

Perhaps, some kind of sexual interaction could occur. This would be a monumentous occasion in my life.

I didn't think it was going to happen. She never tried to talk to me. Her body language was always turned against me. She never smiled.

But my hated friends, my penis, and perhaps the rye all said "Go for it!" All bad factors in decision-making. I had to get something.

So then I figured, wait a second! If this is like a crappy imitation of a club, what do people do in dance clubs?

So then I asked, "Do you want to dance?" Incensar said yes.

I wasn't quite sure how close to get. We awkwardly danced for five seconds. She turned away, then turned back.

"Dance in your own space!" I heard this.

That was harsher than harsh. Hell, I could take a "Fuck you!" At least that shows I'm eliciting a emotion. But no, Incensar was above emotion. This was business language. This was "Sorry, but we cannot take offers at this time" language.

And I said my goodbyes to my hated friends and slinked out.

Later on, as I was playing an online rpg, I heard knocking. It was Josh, his girlfriend, and Adam and Miranda, on their way to apartment, for the kind of orgies that I could only dream about.

I proceeded to eat cereal.