I think the Universe really wants me to keep this whole, “No Guys for a Year, or At Least for the Summer” vow…
The other weekend there was a local music festival going on. I, of course, was stuck working doubles the entire time and didn’t make it to any of the shows.
On the Saturday night my manager, who was hosting one of the bands from Minnesota, invited me to the bonfire on the beach. At this point it was midnight and I had to be up again at 5:30 am to work my morning job so I did the very “responsible” thing and opted to go to bed instead. A very intoxicated Kennedy attended and phoned me the next day to tell me how fun the show had been and how she’d spent the night sucking face with the captivating lead singer. I couldn’t help but feel the pangs of jealousy as I’ve been itching for a good make out session for weeks now.
The band ended up coming into my restaurant for dinner and I excitedly asked my manager who the lead singer was.
“Is it that blonde guy?” I questioned eyeing up an absolute babe at their table.
“No,” he responded, “he’s not with them right now. That guy’s not even in the band he’s a photographer and friend tagging along on the tour.”
I finished work pretty late again, but by some divine miracle I didn’t have to be up for work the next morning, so when my manager suggested I come over and have a beer with the band I gladly obliged. Besides, I was curious to see the guy that had my bestie so stoked.
When I arrived I was informed that Kennedy and this dude had disappeared together. So I drank espresso stout and partook in flirty banter with the cute blonde hipster. We laughed and chatted until, suddenly, it was 3 am. The boys were headed out on their tour in a few short hours. Everyone insisted I stay overnight and I seriously considered it, but with 8 guys and 1 girl sharing a 2 bedroom basement suite I decided instead to make the sketchy bike ride home. I said my goodbyes and headed out, but every time I thought of the blonde haired hotty I felt jolts of excitement. That’s when I began to reflect…
If I hadn’t been so busy working doubles (and if I hadn’t had this second job fall into my lap for that matter) I’d be at that beach fire, I’d be drunk, and I undoubtedly would have made out with this guy. If I hadn’t met this dude a mere few hours before he was leaving town forever and if he hadn’t been sleeping in such close proximity to the band members with virtually no privacy, something would likely have happened. My circumstances made it impossible for me to hookup with the first interesting guy I’ve met in months. Things really happen for a reason. But that’s not all.
My hectic work schedule has destroyed my social life and has practically forced me to save a huge sum of money. This in turn, has lead me to a life changing decision:
Come November the beautiful Kennedy and myself will be leaving this crazy town and headed for NEW ZEALAND! There is a divine path I am meant to follow. It’s time to move on and New Zealand is beckoning.
Well played Universe, well played.