discovered

"Have you ever done any dancing?"
(huh?)

I was standing patiently in a US Cellular store when a man next to me began what turned out to be a rather interesting conversation. I had come in the search of a car charger and left with a bit more.
"Have you ever done any dancing?"
"No"
"Really!? You've never done any dancing?"
"No. Well, in high school kinda."
"No, (chuckle) I don't mean like cheerleading."
(Is this guy trying to hit on me? He's a few years too old for this.)
A few minutes later and I had explained my high school career in show choir.
(Watch him give me some line about having a dancer's body.)
"Oh, so more broadway. Never anything like hip-hop... more that kind of thing?"
"Oh. No. I've never really done anything like that."
(Is he gonna ask me to go to some club or something? Where is this going?)
"I meant more like exotic."
(Oh my goodness)
"No no... I've never done anything like that."
"There's good money in dancing."
"I bet, but I don't think I could ever do it."
At this point I sense the conversation ending as I begin to blush, he takes a step away, and there is an awkward pause.
"Well, if you ever want to, you should let me know."
(Guess not.)
"Oh, so you're in that business?"
"Haha, no I'm not in that business."
(Then what the hell are you talking about?)
"I put on private parties. They're a lot of fun."
"Oh I see."
"We make use of all that beauty."
The man now looks me up and down and I half expect him to say, "daa-um"
"Well, I really don't think I could do it. I'd be too embarrassed."
(Why am I here alone? Dear God, why did I come alone? Buddy system!)
"Nah. If you wanted you could just come to the first party, not to dance or anything, and just pass out drinks, see what it's all about, and if it's not your thing then fine. You could just come check it out. The parties really are a lot of fun."
"Eh, really I'd too be embarrassed."
(I'm sweating... badly. I bet if I took my jacket off and he saw the pit stains he'd leave me alone.)
He motions for a girl a few feet away to come over.
"Girl, I've been dancing for almost a year now."
"Oh, really?"
"It's good money and it's a lot of fun."
"I don't know."
"Well, you think about it. I think you'd enjoy it and I think you'd be good."
(My face is bright red just talking about this. How does he think I'd be good? And this girl is actually hot.)
"Here, I'll give you my card. Just give me a call."
"Okay, thanks."
(What would my grandmother think? Wait 'til I tell my friends about this.)
He hands me a business card with his number written on the back. I look it over as he's still standing there. Then his name is called and someone comes over to help him.
"Weren't you here before me?"
"No, I don't think so. You go ahead."
(What just happened? Did this man really just suggest that I become a stripper for private parties? No. Oh my God, he did. I've been discovered. heh. But no. I could never do something like that. I am poor though, and I bet those parties could be fun. And I bet if I had a little in me it wouldn't be that hard. No. I'd never get away with it. Maybe I could just pass out drinks all the time, not dance. As long as there was a guy from the company there looking out for me so I'd feel safe. No, what am I thinking? This is insane. I get creeped out when old men look at me in the grocery store. Oh my God. Do I need to be watching my back when I leave here? I'm never going anywhere alone again. I'm still sweaty. Oh my goodness, I just want a car charger.)