Don't Make Me Wait

Last night was the fourth show Matt and I threw for our music site and by far, the most successful. All the the bands were absolutely amazing, our friends djed, the cute bartender Michael was brilliant, I met a lot of great people and got to know some acquaintances a little better, which actually I think was the best part.

It seems strange that it is all over. Three months of intense planning and worry all over in a single night. Now is when the post-party depression starts in. It has been a particularly difficult day actually. This guy who I met at a friend's birthday party at The Skinny after the Matt and Kim show on March 9th showed up last night, which initially was a brilliant surprise. The first time we met we ended up sitting together for the evening, chatting with friends and covertly holding hands. It was lovely. I thought, wow, here is a guy who isn't pushy and is content to simply sit near me. So when I saw him sitting on the couch last night, I was so happy. Ends up, I shouldn't have been.

Again, we are touchy feely. Not at all in a dirty way, more of a nice huggy way, well, mostly. After the third band, I see him getting ready to go and we have this long, hard, squeezing hug goodbye. I go up to our mutual friend afterward and ask what W's deal is. “Yeah, W has a girlfriend but she's in Mexico for 6 months. He flirts with a lot of girls. Basically he is good for a one night stand and nothing more.” That is when I literally scream. Why the HELL does this keep happening to me? I meet clever, attractive men and all they want to do is lead me on and grope me. Do they not understand that this type of behaviour is not at all fair?

So this has been my day. Getting over a hangover, taking a nap and trying not to get too upset (and then failing).

People keep asking me if I am happy it went so well. I am, truly, but when one aspect of your life goes so parlously well, it seems right that something else must go ballistically wrong. It's just that I am a bit sick of having to keep diving for cover after stepping on yet another land-mine that is my love life. Anyway, thank you all who came last night, a million times thank you. It was outrageously fun. Once I find the wire that hooks up my camera to my laptop (I have a sneaking suspicion I left it at The Delancey), I'll post some pictures.