Saturday, December 14, 2002
Tonight at the contra dance four women came up to me at separate times during the break and asked for the next couple dance. That never happens. Usually I'm scrabbling through all the extra guys to find any partner for any dance. If anyone ever asks me, it's usually Bob (who is very fun to polka with). Maybe all the women are just figuring out that they can ask for dances, too, in which case I entirely approve. But maybe it's the hair cut. Maybe it's me not being attached to Miriam anymore. Maybe I just looked like I wanted to hambo. Who knows.