Vindictive Bastard

While I'm thinking of it, I should give a direct answer to the question you asked me while we were dancing on Tuesday.  Yes, to be honest I was mad.

You hassle me fairly gently but fairly regularly about not asking you to dance.  And as I repeatedly explain, it makes me feel -really- uncomfortable to feel like I'm interrupting what looks like a private moment on the public dance floor.  You've repeatedly assured me that nothing of the sort is going on and strongly encouraged me to ask you to dance, even if you've been dancing with the same guy for several songs in a row.

Well, it took a lot for me to overcome my discomfort, but I did ask in exactly that situation.  And you turned me down, because it was a private moment on the public dance floor.

I never thought you owed me an explanation, a dance, or your attention at all, for that matter.

But I do think we all, as a community, owe each other courtesy.  And in this situation, I think the bare minimum of courtesy would have meant not hassling me for not asking you to dance.  If you don't want to be asked, it seems ... mind boggling that you'd go out of your way to encourage me to ask you.

Fair?

And that doesn't even begin to take into account the fact that I'm a vindictive bastard.