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Captionalism = Fail.
I had a great night and I feel like sharing it, so here is the tale of THE BEST band dinner I have experienced ever. This year, for the first time, I have a girlfriend. I will call her Tomahtoes. And when I walked in to the dinner I was told she had already arrived, but I didn't see her anywhere. And then she came into view, absolutely breathtaking and I never use that word not ever. And maybe my heart stopped in my chest. I got to sit next to her the whole evening, and I got to hold her hand, and then the dancing started. Look I could probably write volumes about that portion of the evening but for the sake of length I'm gonna shoot you the highlights. I danced with the most beautiful girl on the dance floor, and held her hand, and grinned like a fool when she bobbed her head to the beat of the music. At one point I went out to see if there was coffee for her, and when I returned she was back on the dance floor. I thought I'd stand on the side just for a minute to watch (dancing isn't really my thing) but then she looked over. She looked over with that heart melting smile and she held out her arm for me to join her and I'll be damned if I didn't /run/ to her side. And when the evening was over, the last of the helium sucked from the last of the balloons (did I mention how heart meltingly cute she is?) we walked out and said our goodbyes. And even though we were going to see each other again in less than twelve hours she took my hand and almost didn't let go. And even though she will certainly see my face at her locker bright and early tomorrow morning she looked over her shoulder two more times on the way to her friend's car. And my guy friend looked up at me, fresh into his own mini heartbreak (a tale for another time) and asked me if he could say I was in love. "I want to say it first when I'm sure" was what I said back. And he asked me if I thought I might be. I dont know about love. But I can't stop thinking about her, and I couldn't stop grinning when she held my hand, and when she walked in she stopped my heart. I've never been such a sap in my life. Whatever this is, I want to keep feeling it.