It began with driving in a car with a woman who I had just met. She was roughly the same age as me; she had a nice demeanor, so the conversation was pleasant. We spoke about job/career stuff, and she mentioned that she worked in a legal department, like as a type of technician. She asked me what I did, and I answered “I trade commodity futures.” She seemed impressed, like oh, you’re some kind of wizard. Then she suggested that we go to some kind of legal-themed symposium. I agreed.
We arrived shortly thereafter, went inside and tried to find a place to sit. We considered places in the middle or toward the back, but she wanted to find something close to the front. I obliged. We got to a section that was in the front-left which had some open seats, but nothing particularly easy or obvious, as there didn’t appear to be many open seats next to each other. After studying the situation for a moment, we agreed to try to squeeze in between some people already seated. She had a bit of a slip as she went toward the seat she aimed for. It wasn’t a big deal though. I sat down soon after. I noticed then that there was the symposium was underway, with a speaker up near the stage giving a presentation, but there were numerous people having side conversations all around the auditorium, which I thought was a bit weird. Then I noticed that a high school friend, the devil’s advocate thespian, Arrick, was sitting a couple seats to my left.
Suddenly a cute, dark-haired, casually dressed girl to the left of Arrick started trying to chat me up and flirt with me. I didn’t say too much, trying to be respectful of the event. Then she got up to leave temporarily, giving me a hair flip, head-tilt, coy look as she went away. Arrick gave me the ‘thumbs up’ eyebrows to suggest I had got something going on with this girl. I suddenly realized I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I felt some light fingernails on my back tracing over my tattoo lines. It felt good so I sat up and stretched to broaden my shoulders, to give her a bigger canvas I suppose. She asks quietly, “What else can you do?” I turn around to see it’s a cute 20-something Asian girl who I didn’t recognize.
Then the girl who was flirting with me earlier came back, this time wearing a white dress and having blond hair. This wasn’t a formal wedding dress, but it was something more like that than the jeans and t-shirt she had on before. She approached and stood directly in front of me face-to-face. She did some more overt flirty stuff, then tapped my sternum, trying to get me to look down (the old look here, followed by a quick tap on the nose), but I didn’t fall for it; I just maintained eye contact with her as she reached up to tap my nose anyway. I noticed I was clothed again. The Asian girl came around and started whispering in the girl’s ear something about something, murmuring about looking great with no shirt on. The original girl started acting frustrated that I wasn’t really reciprocating and playing back at her. She said she wanted to hear my voice. I was still of the mind that it would be inappropriate to speak casually and openly in this setting, but I didn’t want her to feel outright rejected. So I grabbed her in a ballroom dance posture, right arm around her torso, left arm extended out with the hand above the elbow. We did some waltz steps, to and fro and around in the small aisle space between the seats. Then I twirled her around to punctuate the moment.
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