Texting with Dancing Spinner

I met this chick last night she's maybe 5' tall and 100lbs. I danced with her and then talked with her outside. She told me I'm handsome. I had some fun with my friends, danced with her some more, talked to other girls. I was straight manhandling her, picking her up and spinning her around, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up over my head, fireman's carry, etc. She seemed super into it. Her name is Taz.

But, any time I tried to go beyond dancing, she would put up a wall. She eagerly put her number and name in my phone, but refused to kiss me. And I'm frustrated because this chick is a tightly-wound ball of sexual energy. She's a bit awkward and does this shit where she's super forward with me and then retreats. But the energy is incredible and I get the feeling that the dam would burst if I could isolate.

Texting:

Me (last night): Dancing together is fan-taz-tic and we should do it again soon.
Me (this morning): My headache this morning is as big as your attitude.
Her: Good that way you won't forget me. I'm a classy broad and never plan to just be out there. I like you as a dance partner. I'm only having fun and you can't get mad at that. I want a dance partner, not a fuck partner. So text me of you plan to go swing dancing or not.
Me: Did you just call yourself a "classy broad"?!? Lol!