The most difficult part of the night was the "informed consent" clause. Casually working "so I'm doing this thing where I ask someone out everywhere I go....want to do something? And can I write about it later?" into a conversation isn't easy to do. Ultimately, this was executed mid-salsa spin. Chris was the birthday boy last night, and he's been looking for girls to dance with at Salsa Under the Stars. I gave him my number, and figured I had about a 50/50 chance of him remembering me after he made it through the night.
Imagine my surprise when he called this morning and invited me to breakfast with him and the after party crew! Ordinarily, going out to eat as a stranger among a group of friends would not be high on my to-do list, but this is the Summer of Like! The eggs were good, and the conversation way better than the America's Next Top Model marathon. All in all, a great kick-off to my crazy experiment. Hopefully there'll be some salsa dancing in my future.