Last night, I went to the place where hipsters pretend they are cooler than cool. It's a bar I don't actually enjoy because it's filled with young kids and loud music. Really loud music -- but last night I went to hear Musicman spin.
That's what we're going to call this boy. He's going to be the Musicman, partly because that's what he does and partly because he swooped into town and blew me away like some cheesy musical.
So, anyhow, I went to hear him spin. He's a DJ and a drummer and a writer and other things. But, last night, he was the DJ at the obnoxious bar. Clearly, I was going to see him. This was the first time that I had the opportunity to actually see him in action in the now two weeks that I have known him. I still think this is a little like the Match.com guys that want to "check me out" at church. But, I'm assured that's not the case. They may be stars in my eyes, but he was good. Really good, I thought -- though the snobby kid with the faux-hawk seated at a nearby table did not think so. Get a haircut kid.
I didn't want to be sitting there alone so I brought friends. I'm scared of the people in this bar. I don't want to talk to them so I brought people I wanted to talk to while Musicman did his thing. After we got our drinks, I went over to say hello to him. I felt really awkward about this for two reasons: (1) I was having that weird 'I'm with the band' feeling and (2) I would be horrified if someone I knew approached me in the pulpit in the middle of worship. Somehow, this was the same thing to me. That's why I had my girlfriends. They told me that's what I was supposed to do. So I did. He managed to somehow get away from all his equipment to visit with us later on. He met my friends. He was engaging, charming and adorable. The second time he comes over, he tells me that when I first approached him that night, I made his heart flutter. He said this holding his heart. I think mine fell on the floor.
I let him talk me into another drink which was a complete ploy to make me stay until the end of the gig. I didn't pick up on this. I just thought I was walking home after seeing this talented cute boy. And then, I would actually get a full night sleep. Not true. I don't know what I was thinking. Instead, I helped him load his stuff into the car and he gave me a ride home. He asked if I wanted to take a walk in the park -- and that's when we sat on a park bench and talked about how we're both scared. This isn't what we expected and it's going fast. It's good. It's really good. But, we're both a little overwhelmed. Did I mention that he brought up this topic? My heart flutters.
Yeah, and then we made out like teenagers. Again. Glory. Alleluia.