Not what, per se, but rather a who. And how I managed to survive this lunacy is testament to just how much more resilient I'd become. Had I had the misfortune of this happening when it was at my lowest, I can't even imagine how I would have fared. So, let me see if I can get everything right. I won't name this person - not even by a nickname - because this person is too much of an egotist no to google herself all the time. This means a couple of things : on one hand, we're talking about someone who is fairly well known in certain circles, and on the other, this person has a very peculiar name, almost unique, I would say - and naming her would send all sorts of alarms her way. I don't want to do that, because the last thing I want in my life is to have any further interactions with this person.
Things began fairly early on when I started my training - I was in a facebook music group at the time, and this person in particular always posted great songs. One day I sent her a message - a very polite one, I might add - and she replied. We kept on talking throughout the following weeks, and eventually this person told me that she'd be doing a DJ set at a club, and told me that she'd leave my name at the door if I wanted to go and meet her. When the day came, I waited until the last possible moment to decide whether or not I was ready to do something like this - to go out into the world of getting to know people. A part of me thought 'eh, what's the worst that could happen?', and that partt of me won. Oh, my sweet summer child. How truly naive you are.
I was working until midnight that day, so in truth all I had to do was get on the subway that would take me near to where she was.
When I got to the place, I saw a very good looking girl by the door with a cowboy hat - she gave me a quizzical look, I wondered if this was the girl who I only really knew from facebook, I told her I was there to see that person, and she waved me inside. I looked back at her as I went him, she looked at me, and I felt a tinge of regret for not having struck a conversation with her. But I was there for another reason - to be with the singer, and maybe admitting this may be too much already. Maybe I am inviting chaos once again.
But when we met near the dance floor, she was absolutely charming and welcoming, and all thought of cowboy girl had evaporated from my mind. We went and sat on a sofa and started to get to know each other a bit better - and by that I mean precisely just that, nothing physical at all. We spent the whole night together, and in the wee hours of the morning she had to catch a train to go back to where she lived - it was still a ways away. By then, we almost kissed, but we decided it would be better if we waited until the next time.
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