Oh thaaaaaank you sooooo much for telling a girl what you find to be attractive and non-attractive qualities of hers with no knowledge whatsoever of her personal life. Maybe she was on a date with another gal? Maybe the music really did suck? Maybe (as is often my case) going out and people watching and making fun the music is the highlight of the night. Going to a show doesn't necessarily mean she 'went out dancing'. I bet you're the same type of person to tell a gal to 'SMILE!' when she's wearing her bitchy resting face. Why exactly didn't you pluck up the courage to ask the lady to dance? Because it's easier to bash her for not noticing you in a passive aggressive 'I, Anon' rant. Trust me, they were probably making fun of the people dancing to the music that had the weirdly long transitions with no groove, including you.

While yeah, sometimes it can harsh the mood a little bit to see someone who is clearly Not Feeling It, a girl standing at the edges of a room with her friends is hurting no one but herself.

You don't know why she was there that night. Perhaps she just went through a breakup, or her dog died, or she lost her job, and her friends forced her out and then stuck by her side? Perhaps she's a music critic with a gaggle of fellow blogger friends? Maybe she just truly didn't feel like dancing? Crazy, I know.

You say you were dancing, so I presume your legs work. Was there an invisible wall blocking you off from her? Were you speaking but nothing was coming out? What was stopping you from approaching her? What if all it took for her to dance with you was for you to ask? Crazy, I know.

It also could have been that her and her friends actually *did* see you and read you like a book. You claim you could hear what they were talking about, that you were looking over at them often enough to know how long they were there. It is entirely possible that she saw you and really didn't care. Crazy? No, this the exact kind of shit women deal with day in and day out.

But of course(!), it is her fault, not yours. Perhaps she was not there to find what you were clearly so desperate to find. Perhaps she was not there to look around at everyone in the crowd, pick one she wanted to bang, and then decide instead of taking matters into her own hands, she'd write a passive-aggressive I, Anonymous when the random across the room didn't take notice despite her Actual-Creep-level awareness of their presence and conversations.

Perhaps in her world, like most of ours, when someone sees someone on the sidelines they'd like to dance with, they walk up to them and ask if they'd like to. Crazy, I know.

At the end of the day, you're upset that you didn't take a chance, and you're taking it out on her lack of action instead of yours because that's the easy thing to do. If she'd rejected you (which she also has the right to do -- crazy, I know), you'd be writing about that, too. Just like if she'd been dancing with her girlfriends and chosen not to dance with anyone else that night. So cool it on the entitlement-driven illusions of ~What Could Have Been~ and think about people as human beings and not mere objects that owe it to you to make the first move, as if you'd have had the balls to ask her to dance even if she had.

I know the girl you're talking about. She has a bad case of toenail fungus. She contracted while volunteering to save starving children in ThirdWorldisStan. But she got sidetracked by a cruel deejay who plied her with some weird mushroom tea that made her dance arrhythmically. She hasn't bee the same since. By the way, can you reach that, that, that THING on the top shelf?! OMG I totally am too short!