Bouncer

Some of you may know I go salsa dancing (most) every Sunday night in Pasadena at a place called Vive (when Erika won't let us go to Rumba Room). Well, currently there is a real cute bouncer (there have been about 5 in the past year I have been going, W* has had the job for about five months).

A couple months ago I was leaving the club with my roommate Erika and he stopped me:
W*: "You look real familiar - are you from around here?"
Yeti: "Yeah, I live here in Pasadena."
W*: "Where did you go to school?"
Yeti: "Oh, well, I am going to school here right now. But I went to undergrad at a really small school in Minnesota."
W*: "Where?"
Yeti: "Bethel University."
W*: "That's in the same conference as Macalester isn't it?"
Yeti: "Yes!"
W*: "Yeah, I went to a small school in Iowa. We played them in football. I love the Midwest. I really miss it."

[Then the conversation went on for a while about all the things we love and miss about the Midwest. Particularly how people aren't afraid to say hello to one another - look one another in the eye - and when said things happen someone isn't looking for a fight]

W: "Well, I just thought you looked familiar."
Yeti: "Maybe it is just cause I am from the Midwest so I like to smile at people."
W: "Well, it sure caught my attention [wink - dimple smile]."

[Yeti giggles like a little school girl and skips away]

Erika and I go back to Vive again in two weeks - he is there. When I first arrive and he is swiping my ID he makes some subtle flirty comment that, of course, makes me freeze up, loose all witty sass I possess and I pretty much just walk inside.

But come later in the evening (around 10:00p when they stop charging cover) he has come in from his post outside and sat his handsome self down in a chair. I decide...what the heck, what do I have to loose? So I go and grab a seat next to him and start to "chop it up." We chat until around 11:15p when Erika finally comes up and says she is ready to leave. He was TOO cute. We were pretty flirty – you know – the close talking and pretend secrets. And let's be honest, I was kind of surprised he didn't ask me for my number - but was quite confident that would come the next week or soon thereafter. My best point of the evening was when I asked him what time he got off work and he said "why, you got plans for me?" and in my most smooth fashion I replied: "no [insert giggle], I have to work at 8!" (but, seriously, I am NOT that smooth)

A couple other gems throughout the night:
He asked me if I grew up on a farm. This guy was not kidding when he said he loves the Midwest. I think he was actually pretty disappointed when I told him no. But he felt better when I told him I did live within walking distance of corn...hmmmm.
At one point he tried to convince me to come to Vive on a Saturday night cause that is when they have hip-hop - that is what he likes to dance. (The best part is he CAN dance salsa!!) I said obviously he has been deceived into thinking I can dance by watching me salsa. I proceeded to prove myself by doing the sprinkler in front of him [for those who think I am joking – I wish I were. I actually put my right hand behind my head – my left hand straight out and moved them back and forth].
So when I left he shook my hand (you know, the one where they lay their other hand on top of your hand, like a little hand hug) and said, you come back next Sunday ok? But not Saturday - don't come Saturday! (*wink*) haah! He's probably (absolutely) right :)