Unlike Mackie, I tend not to make the first move physically. I do put myself out there pretty regularly though, hoping that the other person will be interested enough to do something about it…

Last night I couldn’t help myself- I gave out my number to yet another person who will not call me.

*Cue cursing of the heavens*

The guy in question was a fit dj who told me I looked like the girl on Glee and put my bag in a dj-only drawer where no beer would ever reach it . Come on! NerdSex! What was I supposed to do!

When you’ve been single as long as I have, you become susceptible to compliments of all kinds and I was taken with this guy. But I know, he’s a hot-shot and has beautiful women chasing him every night. I know, there was a girl in the dj booth all night, some girl he was buying drinks. I know, he was just making conversation and being nice to me. I wish my optimism would die already.

It’s so funny how it works. I spent the evening surrounded by guys who were interested in me and of course I felt no attraction to them. One of these guys i’ve lusted after in the past, but something shifted and I am solely riding the friend vibe around him now.

As I was rocking out last night I kept my back to the dj I was interested in, danced fairly close to the guys I was lukewarm about and watched the infamous bookguy of earlier episodes engage in an off-putting dancefloor makeout. Glad I dodged that bullet! Isn’t dancing supposed to be without pretense? Isn’t your body supposed to be incapable of lying? Obviously my body was bluffing a little last night.

So maybe I just like dancing because you don’t have to talk.

I really wonder if i’m ever going to be one of those people lucky enough to meet someone whose attraction to me is in step with my attraction to him. This whole thing is getting tiring.