My date, the 'Rock Star' aka NO sex, no drugs, just Rock & Roll
Okie dokie gang...I'm not all sugar and spice and everything nice. I admit it. So what's wrong here? Absolutly nothing. I love to wear makeup, get my hair and nails done, and have fantasized about what my wedding song will be or who would be in my wedding party. What all-American girl hasn't? However, leather, Harley's and men with artistic souls (specifically musicians) appeal to me too. David Cassidy (yep had a crush), Jon Bon Jovi, (yeah named my dog after his back in the day in tribute). Don't even get me started on Aerosmith (Joe Perry *swoon*) or Tommy Lee. There just is nothing like a bad-boy with a tattoo, or a guitar, or and motorcycle. Which brings us to my promised discussion on 'Contendor 2'.
In the midst of the blind date, we had an passing glance at an incredibly handsome man. A blond haired man, mind you...not particularly the look that catches my eye these day. So as the blind date with 'Contendor 1' drew to a close, 'Contendor 2' surprised me as he began to play live music and I realized he appealed to me on a deeper level. I was all set to go home, was in my car and at the last minute did the loop around back to the place to see if I could possibly talk with this handsome musician who seemed to be drawn to me. On one of his breaks, I struck up a conversation with him and his partner which then carried over into their playing time. He began to sing a bunch of songs with my name in it, and at the end of the night I gave both guys my e-mail address with the thought of 'let the best man win', although I was more in to 'Contendor 2' than his friend. About a week later 'Contendor 2' the hottie/blond-haired musician e-mails me and professes how much he enjoyed meeting me, and would hope to see me at his gig the following night.
So what does any single girl in the right frame of mind do? Of course she gets dolled up and heads down to see him pay, to see where this is going to go, if anywhere at all. Again, 'Contendor 2' seems to be making all the right moves; greets me, kisses me hello (on the cheek let's not get ahead of ourselves), talks to me during breaks, with the ocassional touching of the arm, and sings all the songs with my name in it. I meet two of his pals who I seemed to hit it off with and after the gig am requested to stick around and hang out. So although I need to be up at 6am for work the next day, agree and hang out until about 1am. General getting to know you questions are asked and answered and I am asked to 'please please please' go to another of his gigs the following night. So playing coy, say I have to check my calender and maybe I'll be there. By the time I wake up and check my email there is another e-mail from him asking me again to go, and stressing how much fun he had. Ok, so we may be moving at a snails pace, but atleast there is some kind of interest. Plus he is not actting like dirt-bag wanna be rocker.
The following night, I jackass to the location of the gig, and as I set foot on the dock, hear my name and introduction being made on the microphone! Uh, yeah, a bit embarrassing, yet very cute. He must be in to me right? The round of songs take place and I start to get questioned; 'is that your boyfriend?' (uh no, I reply with a smile), 'is that your husband?' (no he's not, I reply laughing). 'Are you sure he's not your boyfriend? Do you realize he just sang 3 songs in a row with your name in them!' (Smiling and laughing, again I say no, yet I am working on it.) Well the night moves quickly, and there was one embarrassing moment with a drunken patron of the bar (way too long to go in to even for you guys). But I straigten everything out with 'Contendor 2' and he makes sure I am ok because he is ok. Again I am asked to hang around after the gig, and again he and I hang out for an hour, just talking and hugging (I will have to admit he gave awesome hugs). Ever the gentleman he walks me to my car and asks if I'll be ok to drive. Which I assure him yes, as I only drank club soda. He also promised me that he would make me a cd of his original stuff (yeah he is somewhat established). So there I was, technically the third time hanging out. No lip action, no hip action, and the question hanging over my head 'is he interested in me romantically or just wants a gig buddy?'
During the week we exchange more e-mails and he asks if I will be going to the Thursday night gig which is closer to my house. I reassure him yes, and that this time I will be bringing a few friends & my cousin. That way he can meet people I actually know. And my lovely readers...this is where it goes W-E-I-R-D. Get down to the location and he is already there and on the phone with someone. Hugs and kisses hello, he asks if I want to sit with him as he eats dinner (huh...didn't seem to ask me to dinner or if I wanted anything). As I was about to say yes, one of my new friends showed up (whom he met prior) and he said for me to hang with her. His night starts and it's the usual, he does a bunch of 'my' songs, and then takes a break. On break, he comes over to me and we're hanging out when my cousin and her fiancee show up. They come over, I introduce everyone and 'Contendor 2' takes off like a bat outta hell! What the hell was that about?!? Prior to the night's festivities, he was excited about meeting my crew. He avoids us like the plague, and finally goes on again.
On his second break, he comes over to my cousins and myself and seems a bit more relaxed. Yet things are still not 100% normal. My cousin and her guy are confussed as to his reaction. I'm confussed and slightly embarrassed by his reaction. Anyway my cousin and her guy leave, and 'Contendor 2' goes on for the third set. It's growing late, I'm exhausted, my bra is hanging on his mic stand, and there are some girls who are just getting under my skin with how they were acting. Finally the night is through and a regular buys 'Contendor 2', and his sidekick a drink. Then he proceeds to buy me one as well. After a few minutes, I get up to go thank the guy for buying me the drink, when 'Contendor 2' grabs me and starts to tickle and cuddle with me. He asks his sidekick to take a picture of us using the phone camera. Wow! I think to myself...it's he asking for a photo of us. This must signify something! 'Contendor 2' and the sidekick are packing up their gear and I proceed to talk with the regular who bought us all drinks. I also get roped in to talking to these older, smarmy real estate agents but all the while keep my eye on 'Contendor 2' for him to signal for me to go to him. I brake away and sit back in my regular spot while 'Contendor 2' and sidekick start to load up the truck. Again the real estate people swarm me, and I get roped into conversation. Keeping an eye on the door, I see 'Contendor 2' walk in, he sees me talking to the one guy who bought us drinks, THEN 'CONTENDOR 2' salutes the staff of the bar and walks out the door, not even acknowledging me! I stop speaking in mid-sentance and the regular gets annoyed and asks if 'Am I keeping you from something?'. So uh, yeah guy, nice way to prove you're less than understanding.
I ask the one bar maid if 'Contendor 2' left, as the staff all know that something (what I now have no idea what 'something' was, was going on with 'Contendor 2') had left. She looks around perplexed and answers she is unsure. So giving him the benefit of the doubt, I wait another 20 minutes...exhausted, confussed, yet still hoping he came back yet he didn't. I go home, consult with my aunt and then take the inniative to e-mail him and ask what happened.
Well my loves...you're probably guessing it by now. It has offically been a week, and no e-mail back from 'Contendor 2'. What happened? Why hasn't he replied? Was I so wrong as to accept a drink from the regular and thank him for it? Why do all these unanswered questions make me feel like so cheesey reporter? Why is my confussion and indifference now growing to annoyance with 'Contendor 2'? Why...I'll tell you why in one word; CLOSURE. Yes, I'm a big fan of closure. Was it something I did? Not make it clear enough that I was interested in him? Was it that he was just looking for a pal? Either way, if any relationship is going to be a healthy one...communication is key. And as the dataing saga continues....'Contendor 2' is standing in the spot light...a million miles away.
In the midst of the blind date, we had an passing glance at an incredibly handsome man. A blond haired man, mind you...not particularly the look that catches my eye these day. So as the blind date with 'Contendor 1' drew to a close, 'Contendor 2' surprised me as he began to play live music and I realized he appealed to me on a deeper level. I was all set to go home, was in my car and at the last minute did the loop around back to the place to see if I could possibly talk with this handsome musician who seemed to be drawn to me. On one of his breaks, I struck up a conversation with him and his partner which then carried over into their playing time. He began to sing a bunch of songs with my name in it, and at the end of the night I gave both guys my e-mail address with the thought of 'let the best man win', although I was more in to 'Contendor 2' than his friend. About a week later 'Contendor 2' the hottie/blond-haired musician e-mails me and professes how much he enjoyed meeting me, and would hope to see me at his gig the following night.
So what does any single girl in the right frame of mind do? Of course she gets dolled up and heads down to see him pay, to see where this is going to go, if anywhere at all. Again, 'Contendor 2' seems to be making all the right moves; greets me, kisses me hello (on the cheek let's not get ahead of ourselves), talks to me during breaks, with the ocassional touching of the arm, and sings all the songs with my name in it. I meet two of his pals who I seemed to hit it off with and after the gig am requested to stick around and hang out. So although I need to be up at 6am for work the next day, agree and hang out until about 1am. General getting to know you questions are asked and answered and I am asked to 'please please please' go to another of his gigs the following night. So playing coy, say I have to check my calender and maybe I'll be there. By the time I wake up and check my email there is another e-mail from him asking me again to go, and stressing how much fun he had. Ok, so we may be moving at a snails pace, but atleast there is some kind of interest. Plus he is not actting like dirt-bag wanna be rocker.
The following night, I jackass to the location of the gig, and as I set foot on the dock, hear my name and introduction being made on the microphone! Uh, yeah, a bit embarrassing, yet very cute. He must be in to me right? The round of songs take place and I start to get questioned; 'is that your boyfriend?' (uh no, I reply with a smile), 'is that your husband?' (no he's not, I reply laughing). 'Are you sure he's not your boyfriend? Do you realize he just sang 3 songs in a row with your name in them!' (Smiling and laughing, again I say no, yet I am working on it.) Well the night moves quickly, and there was one embarrassing moment with a drunken patron of the bar (way too long to go in to even for you guys). But I straigten everything out with 'Contendor 2' and he makes sure I am ok because he is ok. Again I am asked to hang around after the gig, and again he and I hang out for an hour, just talking and hugging (I will have to admit he gave awesome hugs). Ever the gentleman he walks me to my car and asks if I'll be ok to drive. Which I assure him yes, as I only drank club soda. He also promised me that he would make me a cd of his original stuff (yeah he is somewhat established). So there I was, technically the third time hanging out. No lip action, no hip action, and the question hanging over my head 'is he interested in me romantically or just wants a gig buddy?'
During the week we exchange more e-mails and he asks if I will be going to the Thursday night gig which is closer to my house. I reassure him yes, and that this time I will be bringing a few friends & my cousin. That way he can meet people I actually know. And my lovely readers...this is where it goes W-E-I-R-D. Get down to the location and he is already there and on the phone with someone. Hugs and kisses hello, he asks if I want to sit with him as he eats dinner (huh...didn't seem to ask me to dinner or if I wanted anything). As I was about to say yes, one of my new friends showed up (whom he met prior) and he said for me to hang with her. His night starts and it's the usual, he does a bunch of 'my' songs, and then takes a break. On break, he comes over to me and we're hanging out when my cousin and her fiancee show up. They come over, I introduce everyone and 'Contendor 2' takes off like a bat outta hell! What the hell was that about?!? Prior to the night's festivities, he was excited about meeting my crew. He avoids us like the plague, and finally goes on again.
On his second break, he comes over to my cousins and myself and seems a bit more relaxed. Yet things are still not 100% normal. My cousin and her guy are confussed as to his reaction. I'm confussed and slightly embarrassed by his reaction. Anyway my cousin and her guy leave, and 'Contendor 2' goes on for the third set. It's growing late, I'm exhausted, my bra is hanging on his mic stand, and there are some girls who are just getting under my skin with how they were acting. Finally the night is through and a regular buys 'Contendor 2', and his sidekick a drink. Then he proceeds to buy me one as well. After a few minutes, I get up to go thank the guy for buying me the drink, when 'Contendor 2' grabs me and starts to tickle and cuddle with me. He asks his sidekick to take a picture of us using the phone camera. Wow! I think to myself...it's he asking for a photo of us. This must signify something! 'Contendor 2' and the sidekick are packing up their gear and I proceed to talk with the regular who bought us all drinks. I also get roped in to talking to these older, smarmy real estate agents but all the while keep my eye on 'Contendor 2' for him to signal for me to go to him. I brake away and sit back in my regular spot while 'Contendor 2' and sidekick start to load up the truck. Again the real estate people swarm me, and I get roped into conversation. Keeping an eye on the door, I see 'Contendor 2' walk in, he sees me talking to the one guy who bought us drinks, THEN 'CONTENDOR 2' salutes the staff of the bar and walks out the door, not even acknowledging me! I stop speaking in mid-sentance and the regular gets annoyed and asks if 'Am I keeping you from something?'. So uh, yeah guy, nice way to prove you're less than understanding.
I ask the one bar maid if 'Contendor 2' left, as the staff all know that something (what I now have no idea what 'something' was, was going on with 'Contendor 2') had left. She looks around perplexed and answers she is unsure. So giving him the benefit of the doubt, I wait another 20 minutes...exhausted, confussed, yet still hoping he came back yet he didn't. I go home, consult with my aunt and then take the inniative to e-mail him and ask what happened.
Well my loves...you're probably guessing it by now. It has offically been a week, and no e-mail back from 'Contendor 2'. What happened? Why hasn't he replied? Was I so wrong as to accept a drink from the regular and thank him for it? Why do all these unanswered questions make me feel like so cheesey reporter? Why is my confussion and indifference now growing to annoyance with 'Contendor 2'? Why...I'll tell you why in one word; CLOSURE. Yes, I'm a big fan of closure. Was it something I did? Not make it clear enough that I was interested in him? Was it that he was just looking for a pal? Either way, if any relationship is going to be a healthy one...communication is key. And as the dataing saga continues....'Contendor 2' is standing in the spot light...a million miles away.
posted by Orelinde_03 @ 11:24 AM
1 Comments:
At 3:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey look! You got blog-spam. Congratulations, you've made it.
:)
By the way - your bra was on the mic stand? what's up with that?
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