The boy came in town, which was great. It was his first time visiting, and despite the fact that I had a ticket for night #2, I decided to chill with him instead, and I'm glad I did. We went out to dinner and went to a bar I hang out at sometimes, and then went home. Pretty low key but that was okay... Saturday kind of made up for it.
Things were pretty ho-hum until the moe. show... We went to a movie and then met with my only Charlotte friend prior to the show so she could meet the boy. As we were heading across the street to the show, "Waste" came on, and I booked it for the door, prompting strange looks from both my boy and my friend. That just happened to be the song to which Wally first said "I love you", and I was in NO mood to be hearing that shit. Little did I know bringing up his name would come back to haunt me.
Once we were safely in the venue, beers in hand, and had found a decent spot to stand to wait for the show to start, I was pretty damn content. Exactly where I wanted to be, hanging out with exactly the person I wanted to be with. And then, out of nowhere, Wally. I turned really quickly so he wouldn't see me, and then he came back by, and I had to turn again. He'd told me several months ago that he wouldn't be able to come to the show, so I definitely didn't expect to see him there. And if he'd been there, I expected him to have CC with him. He came with his guy friends that live in Charlotte, I presume. I ended up texting him later (that was dumb) and talked to him the next day, but it certainly threw me to see him there. For a very short while I was reminded of good things with him. But the shitty stuff came back, too.
Plus, other things were happening which effectively diverted my attention. During set break, the boy was talking about his friends and the sighting of my ex had prompted some discussions of his former girlfriends/people he'd dated. I couldn't really get upset about it - the cause of many an emotional problem for the last two years for me was standing somewhere within the building, sharing the same oxygen we were. Either way, I certainly didn't expect to hear some of the things that came out of his mouth. Strangest, by far, is when he said he'd tried to find reasons not to like me, but just couldn't. Umm, thanks? He redeemed himself after the second set started, however. He gave me a reason to have happy memories of a different hippie song, because he decided that was a good time to finally say I love you to me. The funniest part about it (and he didn't have any clue what song was on, either) is that he said it to me during "Happy Hour Hero", and given how we met (through a bartender, at a bar) and how we first kissed (St. Patty's Day happy hour madness), it seemed fitting. Certainly memorable.
The rest of the night was great - he was perfect - not overly emotional, but completely devoid of it either - it was nice to be able to grab his hand if I wanted to, and not feel weird about it, or give him a quick kiss. The somewhat jerky progression of our relationship has left me feeling somewhat strange about things you normally take for granted in relationships, but I am starting to feel more secure about it now. So I'm pretty happy.
moe. shows + visits from the boy = WIN!
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