she's cute, smaller than i am while still managing to fill the space she's in, red hair i'm thinking was dyed red.

she wears green low top chuck taylors.

she has... what i believe to be called, at least... french tip manicured nails.

and the duality of those two things intrigues me. the scruffy, dirty, green chucks and the polished, clean, smooth nails.

today she started dancing. i sat in this flimsy white chair and watched her. i started laughing.

"you dance great," i said.

she smiled.

"it's like i'm walking or running in place without actually ever moving anywhere!" she said.

and she started doing it again, kicking it up a little, saying, "its the best dance you could do... it's international!"

and i laughed. i said "yes, you could go to denmark and do it."

she threw a spin into her dance. it made me laugh. then she had other people dancing around her, variations of her dance.

i develop crushes on people who make me laugh and who make me think.

so i'm sitting there, watching this girl with perfect nails and scruffy shoes dance, telling me how she should be on a lit floor with roving spot lights.

so i did the only thing i could in that situation.

i asked her to go to waffle house with me.

see, this isnt entirely out of the blue. earlier in the evening i had mentioned how i had a craving for ihop, to which she disagreed, saying she had bad service. she said "steak n shake." i said "that sounds good, too. i just want to sit down someplace and eat."

and then waffle house was mentioned. she loves waffle house, ive got nothing but fond memories of the place.

so i asked her.

and she said she couldnt, not tonight, because her mom was making her a steak. but some day, soon, she said, she'd go with me.

and while things wouldnt work out between us for many reasons, and i wouldnt want to push things, for many reasons, it would be nice to take a beautiful girl who intriques me out to eat.