I wanted to talk about last night, because it really was great. I just got sidetracked, what with all the drama. (I'm so sick of drama. I just want a non-ordinary, peaceful life.)
Well, I suppose you don't remember the vow I made to stop thinking about Ace. Yeah. How full of shit I am. He asked me to dance four times last night. Not that it means anything, I know. But think about it for a second - there were a good twenty girls (maybe more, but for the purposes of calculations, we'll say twenty) last night, and a swing dance song lasts about three or four minutes. Since we danced for a little under three hours, there were about 45-50 dances. Which means that he (theoretically) asked me more than he asked any other girl.
How pathetic am I, using mathematics to calculate the probability of crushing?
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