Aspie1 wrote:
I first started wanting a date in 8th grade. A few girls caught wind of this, and used to mess with me. In high school, dating was pretty much out of the question, due to the school's very strong car culture (read: a guy must have a care to get a date). My senior year, one girl even agreed to go on out with me, only to cancel when I told her I didn't have a car. This was my first and only crush in my entire life.
I went on my first real date my freshman year of college. I wasn't physically attracted to her at all, but since she said she was OK with taking the city bus, I was so enamored by those words alone, that nothing else mattered (but should have). The date itself was more awkward than trying to drive a car on an ice skating rink. I later went on another date with her, to the college dance, but that's when she showed her lack of interest in me by not wanting to dance closely with me. We haven't really talked since then, save for passing hellos in the hallways.
the second date is kind of early to expect close dancing. and perhaps, she wouldn't dance close with anyone. i wouldn't read much into it.