The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I’ve been out to see a couple of tribute bands play in a local club. Despite my best efforts, I’d been unable to find anyone to go with, so I went on my own (I’m getting very used to doing things on my own).
It wasn’t very busy, so I stood at the front to see first band, a Pearl Jam tribute. I’ve never really been interested in Pearl Jam, but this band were really good, and I was enjoying my bit of freedom. A couple of songs in, I noticed a very attractive girl looking over at me. This is a very new situation- I was never very good with the opposite sex, and even worse at reading signals- but there was no doubt, every time I looked over at her, she was looking at me. And smiling. What do I do? Shit.
I moved towards her and smiled, and she moved closer to me. OMG, this is more interest than I’ve had since I started going out with Kat- I was 16 then, I’m 30 now! I tried to talk to her, but it was loud and difficult.
She’d moved away from her group of friends, and was now quite close to me. Her friends were giving her nods and winks, which I assumed was a good sign. This went on for a while. I tried to strike to a conversation, but it’s difficult with a full rock band playing 10 feet in front of you.
“I’m going to the bar” I said, “do you want a drink?”
“No thanks.” Shit, I’ve committed myself to going to the bar now.
“Back in a minute.”
She smiled at me as I went. It was the fastest bar-run I’ve ever done. On my return, she was still there, and smiled at me again.
I really felt out of my depth.
Again, I tried to talk, asking the obvious “have you seen this band before?” question.
“Oh, yes”, she replied, “I used to go out with one of the band members”. Shit!
“Yes, but not any more though. It was a long time ago.”
Suddenly the band stopped playing.
“I’d like to dedicate the next song…”, boomed the lead singer, with the full force of the band’s amplifiers behind him, “… to the most beautiful girl in the world, and the love of my life”. He stood there pointing to the girl stood next to me. She ran up to the stage and looked up at him adoringly. I went back to the bar.
The next band on were a Nirvana tribute, and they were rubbish. I left, passing the girl and the singer who were snogging like two loaches. As I walked past, the guy looked up, gave me a thumbs up, and winked.
I went home.