Shall We Dance?
When I was in grad school there was a creepy fellow grad student a few years ahead of me who kept asking me on date. I would always say no, but one time he asked if I wanted to go swing dancing with him. I thought it could be fun and maybe I would find him less creepy if I tried to get to know him better. When we got to the swing dancing place he proceeded to show me how to swing dance and I was actually starting to have a good time once I started to get the hang of it. It turned out he was a pretty good and I was actually starting to be mad at myself for not giving him a chance sooner. But at the end of a dance he said to me, “You’re not good enough of a dancer for me to dance with so I’m going to find someone else,” and left there in the middle of dance floor by myself! The worst part was he continued to ask me out on dates after that, but I didn’t feel bad saying no anymore.
