Mine was a bit of a suprise

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We've known eachother for about one year. He's the quiet nice guy type, which usually doesn't get my attention (as I'm usually surrounded by loud, lok-at-me types).
We would have a regular dance or two weekly, he usually buys me a water. Dance-wise, he's not one to melt me on the spot or anything, but competent.
I may have caught a glance or two when he looked like he was going to say something. But he never did.
One night I was in a cranky mood, having just rushed to the airport to drop Gupson Pierre (of
Attitude in Singapore) off (after his club appearance), then having to rush back (to another club) for other social commitments. I was tired to the bones.....
He came along & asked me to dance. I turned him down & started to rant on about everything & nothing. He sat there quietly & took it all in......it must have been at least half an hour :shock:.......
I went home remembering this, and made a point to dance with him next week.
Next week came. I asked him for a dance. There we danced, song after song after song (which has never happened before). Even after they've changed the music.....we danced through R&B, reggaeton and everything else!
Half the time we were mucking around, laughing & almost rolling..... We danced
badly, but I don't recall having so much
fun in years

!!!!
At the end of the night, neither of us really wanted to say goodbye. So I invited him to my friend SugarGlider's party on that weekend, which I was doing the catering.
He came along & quietly enjoyed himself, while I did the fussing with food & social butterfly duties. By the time everyone settles, I was tired. All the seats were taken at that point & he offered to share his beanbag with me.
I felt suprisingly comfortable so I accepted. That, was the beginning 8) ........