Date #2
Date #2 was supposed to be the dogpark on Saturday but considering it was supposed to be below freezing, I flip flopped dinner with a good friend (which would enable me to spend more time with him) and planned dinner and a band with my online guy. I was very excited (and still giddy) to be going out later that night and thought "is this what it's like to have someone to DO things with?". Little did I know that would be short-lived.
I picked him up because his wrist was hurting from his physical therapy session and considering he drives a stick (like me), I felt for him. We went for dinner at the same place the band was playing. The good thing: I am very comfortable with him. When he takes my hand in the parking lot, I enjoy it. A good thing.
Dinner was good, conversation was good. I saw my dear friend who I haven't seen in way too long. One of the highlights of my night. I missed her so. Time for the band. They were good - interesting and different. Of course, I was ready to go home before they even went on. I am just not a "go out" kind of person. Such a deadbeat I am. My date was perceptive enough to know something was
off but he mistook it for me not having a good time with him. We left after one set and I guess I was a little quiet on the ride home. When I got to his house, he kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of the car. Confusion.
I asked him about it via text and he said it was because he thought I didn't enjoy myself. We "talked" about it and I assured him it wasn't anything at all having to do with him and I thought that was that. In the week that followed things seemed strained and one-sided. I finally told him that I was going to leave him alone and if he slowed down with work and wanted to go out and do something to give me a holler and I'd be happy to but that I felt it was one-sided. No harm, no foul and no hard feelings. I never heard from him again.
Whoopadeedoo. NEXT.
It's Saturday night and my brother doesn't want to sit in the house any more so we decide to go to The Melting Pot for dessert (fondue..... YUM). I'm up in my room getting ready to go and I hear music from the local carnival (mind you, my new town is one square mile). I put my ear by the open window and hear "Still Of The Night" by the Five Satins and then "Back In The USSR" by the Beatles. I'm thinking "that sounds like my old band" which consisted of my high school music teacher, English teacher, and three other alumni. They sang a lot of oldies (doo wop) - four and five part harmonies - the most fun I've had in any band I've been in. So Matty and I leave and I make him do a drive by so I can see if it's them or not. Mind you, I haven't spoken to any of them since I moved six years ago. We drive by and there's no one playing so I figure they're on a break - or whoever it was. So I take a walk into the carnival. I see both of my old teachers standing up by the stage and walk up to them and say "how are me two favorite teachers?". WELL.... they were so happy to see me and I was just blown away. What happened next was just a whirlwind. One of the teachers walked away and came back with the other three alumni and they thought it was crazy that I was back in town considering they had just gotten back together. They told me I had to sing - like right then - and of course, I agreed. It was insane. I sang "my song" - "Please Mr. Postman" and it was like we never parted ways. It was so great. I couldn't stop smiling. In fact, I don't remember the last time I was so genuinely happy. The welcoming I received from all of them just by being back in town was overwhelming and absolutely incredible. I couldn't have felt any more loved at that moment.
