was asking me what I was comfortable with. He was too good to be true!
I don’t have an official job description to share, but your duties would include: enjoying a wide variety of music, searching out excellent specimens for people-watching, making food and drink runs on a rotation basis at shows with General Admission, staying until the house lights come on (traffic be damned! ), and never leaving a fallen concert buddy behind (fallen can describe anything from drunk and being stupid, to unwanted attention from the opposite sex that becomes too difficult to do away with on one’s own). Oh! And you must be willing to dance and sing with abandon no matter who is on stage! No snobbery allowed. Think you can handle it?
I decided to get ready while I waited for his response. I showered and dressed in one of my mother’s old hippie dresses. It was a tank-styled sundress with patchwork and batiked panels in greys, blues and purples. It had a twirly skirt and I felt really feminine wearing it. I didn’t have one specific style, my clothes had to fit my mood, and tonight, I wanted to feel soft and pretty. I’m sure that had everything to do with my potential new concert buddy. Speaking of which, his response:
Sounds like a dream job to me. Can we add a couple of duties, for both of us? How about always being honest? Like if the concert buddy were to bring you a regular Coke and you wanted Diet, not saying “Oh, it’s ok, I don’t mind.” Or if for any reason the concert buddy says or does something that makes you uncomfortable, that you tell him right away? It’s important to have open communication for any working relationship to succeed, don’t you think?
Oh my sweet, sensitive eyes do deceive me! Could he be real? I hurried to finish my makeup and messy bun and tapped back a response.
I am agreeable to your additions as long as you can be agreeable to one further stipulation? It’s important to always be understanding and patient with your concert buddy. She very much wants a successful working relationship, but is pretty rusty and...Well, yeah. That’s all. Just be patient? I’m leaving here in about 15 minutes. Do you think Security will bust me for sneaking in some breath mints? I know the sign says no outside food or drink, but do breath mints really count as a food? I’m just asking. I thought maybe you might have some experience with this. See you in a bit.
I giggled to myself, pleased to be leaving things on a lighter note. I had high hopes for this night, that I would get to know more about him and hopefully chip away at this fear I had about getting involved with someone. Because something told me Aaron just might be the kind of man I could safely get involved with.
I checked my phone one last time before pulling out of my lot.
Breath mints definitely are not a food and will not cause Security to frown. They are a personal hygiene item and therefore perfectly acceptable. Just out of curiosity, where are you driving from? Just want to see how much longer I have to wait to see you again.
I pondered the wisdom of telling him, but then he already had my number. I could easily be traced that way if he were a serial killer.
Foster City. Be there around 6:30?
McShane
I felt that damn stupid smile creeping up as I read her text. It was just after five. A little over an hour. I could make it.
“That looks like a different face than I saw last week,” I heard Tyson come up behind me.
I still couldn’t make the damn stupid smile go away. “Yeah. After I saw you last week, she found me in the bar. We talked. She’s coming tonight. Alone.”
Tyson raised an eyebrow and then clapped me on the back. “Then I think you should show her a good time.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like that, man. She’s different.”
He shook his head. “Which is exactly why you should show her a good time. You deserve a little something to make you smile
I don’t have an official job description to share, but your duties would include: enjoying a wide variety of music, searching out excellent specimens for people-watching, making food and drink runs on a rotation basis at shows with General Admission, staying until the house lights come on (traffic be damned! ), and never leaving a fallen concert buddy behind (fallen can describe anything from drunk and being stupid, to unwanted attention from the opposite sex that becomes too difficult to do away with on one’s own). Oh! And you must be willing to dance and sing with abandon no matter who is on stage! No snobbery allowed. Think you can handle it?
I decided to get ready while I waited for his response. I showered and dressed in one of my mother’s old hippie dresses. It was a tank-styled sundress with patchwork and batiked panels in greys, blues and purples. It had a twirly skirt and I felt really feminine wearing it. I didn’t have one specific style, my clothes had to fit my mood, and tonight, I wanted to feel soft and pretty. I’m sure that had everything to do with my potential new concert buddy. Speaking of which, his response:
Sounds like a dream job to me. Can we add a couple of duties, for both of us? How about always being honest? Like if the concert buddy were to bring you a regular Coke and you wanted Diet, not saying “Oh, it’s ok, I don’t mind.” Or if for any reason the concert buddy says or does something that makes you uncomfortable, that you tell him right away? It’s important to have open communication for any working relationship to succeed, don’t you think?
Oh my sweet, sensitive eyes do deceive me! Could he be real? I hurried to finish my makeup and messy bun and tapped back a response.
I am agreeable to your additions as long as you can be agreeable to one further stipulation? It’s important to always be understanding and patient with your concert buddy. She very much wants a successful working relationship, but is pretty rusty and...Well, yeah. That’s all. Just be patient? I’m leaving here in about 15 minutes. Do you think Security will bust me for sneaking in some breath mints? I know the sign says no outside food or drink, but do breath mints really count as a food? I’m just asking. I thought maybe you might have some experience with this. See you in a bit.
I giggled to myself, pleased to be leaving things on a lighter note. I had high hopes for this night, that I would get to know more about him and hopefully chip away at this fear I had about getting involved with someone. Because something told me Aaron just might be the kind of man I could safely get involved with.
I checked my phone one last time before pulling out of my lot.
Breath mints definitely are not a food and will not cause Security to frown. They are a personal hygiene item and therefore perfectly acceptable. Just out of curiosity, where are you driving from? Just want to see how much longer I have to wait to see you again.
I pondered the wisdom of telling him, but then he already had my number. I could easily be traced that way if he were a serial killer.
Foster City. Be there around 6:30?
McShane
I felt that damn stupid smile creeping up as I read her text. It was just after five. A little over an hour. I could make it.
“That looks like a different face than I saw last week,” I heard Tyson come up behind me.
I still couldn’t make the damn stupid smile go away. “Yeah. After I saw you last week, she found me in the bar. We talked. She’s coming tonight. Alone.”
Tyson raised an eyebrow and then clapped me on the back. “Then I think you should show her a good time.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like that, man. She’s different.”
He shook his head. “Which is exactly why you should show her a good time. You deserve a little something to make you smile
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