i met a boy....
so i saw an ad for this event and i knew i HAD to go. but i couldn't stop thinking about how much ex-work boyfriend would love the show and then i thought maybe i should be nice and invite him with me. yes, i'm an idiot, but don't despair just yet. as the time neared i started thinking about what a ridiculously bad idea it was after all. after calling him up out of the blue to invite him, he dragged his feet about going was running late and in conversation i find out that he's STILL lying to me about stuff. so i told him to not bother coming, i'd rather go with a total stranger off the street.
so i'm standing on the corner holding my ticket hoping someone will offer to buy it from me. i'm getting discouraged. tell myself that the loss of $60 was my just punishment for being so stupid as to contact the ex at all. i deserved to lose the money. i turn to head in and someone taps me on the shoulder. i turn to find a tall guy with broad shoulders and a beautiful smile. "are you selling that ticket?" "i am." "how much?" thinking that i'd just give it to him for free i still say, "well i paid $60 for it. but make an offer. not only do you get a primo seat, but you also get to sit next to me. and i'm very nice." "i'll give you fifty." "sold!"
we introduce ourselves. let's call him PJ. he works in real estate and was at the show to score some brownie points with his boss and mentor (a huge RE mogul who threw out the opening pitch at a yankees game once) who recommended it and would also be attending. pj is a huge yankees fan so we talk baseball for a while. i discuss with him how i'm trying to make jon stewart my husband so i can have his babies. sufjan stevens starts playing (side note: i am completely obsessed. not only is he uber talented, he's just great looking). but i start telling pj about his album titled Illinois. "hey, i should know that. i'm from Illinois!" "hey! so am i!" more lively discussion continues. a princeton grad, he's good looking, sweet, smart as all hell, and amazingly driven. we spend a few more hours talking and now i have his card so i guess the ball is in my court to call.
naturally, being the good stalker i am, i google this guy. i find out he's EVERYWHERE. he's a superstar athlete, volunteers, president of X committee, Y scholar, quoted in the New York Times because of his position as Z. i forward this shit to my friends who basically started calling him an "overachiever" then "the perfect man" and then plain old "freak of nature" for his involvement and public service and EVERYTHING else. this guy is unreal.
BUT he's younger than me. my stalking reveals that he's 23. that's younger than my baby brother. i don't date younger men. but this one might be worthy of an exception, don't you think?
thank you, ex work boyfriend, for being such an ass and making me free up your seat! yeee haw!!!