We went in, took our seats, and tried not to notice the noticeably different atmosphere from our little single’s ward where no one dates each other, to this not so subtle meat market with its over abundance of elevator eyes. Being a mid-single’s group, my friend and I were definitely the younger of the bunch. I’m not saying the bunch was bad, just that they were quite obviously appraising the meat for long term storing. But anyway, we will get back to that shortly.
The fireside itself was GREAT! These musicians are talented and had some insightful words of wisdom to impart to this attentive audience. Good times seemed to be had by all and if I’m being honest…their current drummer is HOT! He seems pretty young but hey, I like that. So yeah, I did a little scoping myself but tried not to exceed the limit to reach creepy. Because really…he wasn’t the one checkin me out. He was probably horrified to be at an older single’s event, being single himself. Seriously though, he was REALLY good looking and super talented...
At the conclusion of the fireside, refreshments and a mingle were announced to follow. Yay…another mingle! I was slightly curious so my friend and I stuck around for a bit. It wasn’t long before we were approached by what appeared to be our new best friend. This guy was very friendly and nice to chat with for like a minute. The minutes dragged on however and I finally found myself devising schemes in my head to get rid of him. When the subtle walking away from him didn’t work I had to resort to greater and more obvious tactics but let’s back up again for a minute and talk about why this was necessary.
Our conversation with our new best friend seemed to center around the fact that I am a very busy person. He told me that I’m not married so what could I possibly be so busy with! Are you serious? Only married people are busy? What do they do all day? Don’t answer that…I wish I were too but really, why can’t I be busy and single? Also, he asked me if I ever hang out with friends or date…since I am so busy. I told him that I do…on Tuesdays and Fridays. He obviously wanted my number, or my friend’s, but never asked. He just kept telling us that we need to come out to the institute class that he goes to. Nice. Is that all you have? I know I am sounding a bit petty now but he kept throwing his age at us like we cared. He kept letting us know basically (without ever really saying it) that he was 30. Like we care…we are the same age! It was just an interesting conversation that was essentially leading nowhere, hence the need to leave.
Leave we did. I said to my friend, “hey, did you want to go meet the band?” She agreed that she did and he finally let us be. As we were approaching the band, we were stopped by what appeared to be a relative of Kramer, with a moustache. Or maybe it was a goatee. I don’t really remember but the conversation was awkward and his oogle could not have been any more apparent. He was definitely somewhere in the 40’s yet still unpolished in his communication skills. This was apparent when he asked us if we had been married or had any children. Or maybe that's just the norm in this age group. Seems to be kind of. Anyway, he obviously wanted to talk to us but didn’t have much to say…other than that we should all hook up on facebook. Oh yeah!! This is the new way I guess. Only guys add you and then never talk to you. So, we are gonna hook up on facebook. Yay! (This is completely sarcastic of course…the guy was seriously a creeper!).
After this encounter, my friend and I decided to make a quick escape. We hurried out the door, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. I did however pass mr. hottie percussionist on the way to our car and told him that he had some sweet skills. And that was that. I’m glad we went. We laughed about it on the way home so all in all, I think it was a successful night. Moral of the story: Men need to be men and ask for girl’s numbers if they want ‘em and then they need to use those numbers and ask them out. Then there might not be any more mid-single events because there would be far less mid-singles to go to them. The end.
Ps...Happy 100th post!!!!
3 comments:
You are hilarious, Teresa! I'm eagerly awaiting the update of Potential #11, complete with handle bars!
I LOVE Ryan Shupe.
But if you were going to a meat market then you should have been prepared for some grazers.
Well, I didn't really know it was going to be such a meat market until I got there. I was hoping to meet some people but it was way more intense than just casual grazing. It's a little hard to give you the full picture through words though...just a different atmosphere than what I am used to. Now I know what to expect though!
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