THE FIRST TIME I SAW HER FACE

It was another saturday night and it had started out like countless others. There I was at another dance standing by myself knowing I had only a half hour.Thirty minutes more and another completely wasted night would have passed. I had not as yet summoned up the courage to ask any girl to dance. I had actually decided to leave and spare myself the agony of watching most of the guys on my dorm floor file past me with their steady girlfriends or worse yet with some girl they had met for the first time that night. Suddenly some very faint spark of hope began to build . I had spotted a nice enough looking girl standing alone by herself could it be this was the chance I had been waiting for. I started across the dance floor toward her halfway across a guy friend cut me off. It was the floor geek. He wanted me to come to his room to have a pizza with him and talk about military history. I had forgotten I had promised him that I would do something with him after the dance was over. I tried to think of some reason not to. Aha! Itold him quickly that if the girl I was headed toward said no when I asked her to dance I would but if she said yes I would probably ask her to go out instead for pizza . I do not know if his feeling of rejection was more painful or mine when she said no to my offer of a chance to dance.[to be continued]