“Really. I just don’t get why you’re asking me for information on him. Didn’t you guys exchange information or something? Or, sorry, I’m probably being way too nosy there. Just care about the guy. Your call seems strange.”
“That’s sweet of you to care about him. Actually, we had a great time, I think, but the evening got interrupted abruptly, and I didn’t get his information,” I confessed what I could say without embarrassing us both even more.
“Ah, I see. Well, I can’t with good conscious give you his information, but I can tell you that he sometimes comes in on weekends that he’s off. He’s friends with other bands that play here. Drop in. Maybe you’ll get lucky,” he offered.
I found myself smiling after I’d hung up. I stared at the phone a few minutes, so grateful for the kind and generous heart of the man. Lex would be there on a Friday in two weeks for sure, but playing. If I could catch him this coming weekend, just watching another band, maybe I’d get a better chance to talk to him.
To know that many others liked him helped to ease my growing concerns as to his character, and confirm my instincts on the matter. He’d apparently charmed the owner of the bar. Thank goodness. He’d given me much more information than I’d have ever even thought to ask for. And, no other girls, huh? Interesting. Put a point in my favor.
Right after that call, my mood greatly improved, I made the call to Chloe. After telling her what had happened, she had both words of encouragement and heartbreak to give me.
“I wish I had the answers, but men, well, some men, can be complex creatures—you know that. He seemed pretty complex if you listened to his music, and I know you were hanging on every word. I could see it in your face, the way your eyes were wide and shining. You had this goofy smile on your face half the night. Maybe more,” she teased.
“Thanks, that helps a lot to know how goofy I came off,” I laughed even though I bristled inside, knowing there was some truth to her teasing.
“Ah, he’d have never noticed. When he looked at you he had that same glassy-eyed, boyish grin kind of thing about him. Come to think of it, that makes it even harder to understand why he acted the way he did last night. Maybe he overthought the whole thing. Maybe he freaked himself out with how well it was going. Deep or not, those creative types can have their idiosyncrasies, you know. Sounds like he doesn’t date much. Odd for the way the guy looks. Maybe he doesn’t do relationships well,” she thought out loud. I appreciated hearing someone else try to rationalize the whole mess out.
“Maybe. That could explain why he hasn’t contacted me again today,” I thought, hoping that was the case.
“After the abrupt way he left, I’d assume he’s mortified to face you again. Running into him at the bar may be just the reassurance of your continued interest he needs,” she offered.
“I hope you’re right.”
“When am I wrong?” She laughed wholeheartedly then, not even letting me get a snide comment in edgewise.
When she finally stopped laughing, I confirmed, “So, we are on for Friday night at the club?”
“We are.”
“And, Saturday night too if he doesn’t show on Friday?” I continued on tentatively.
“I already agreed,” she yelled a tad for emphasis into the phone. “What, you think I’m suddenly lying to you, or did this guy actually screw some of your brains out?”
“I’d venture to say the latter. Though, I’m trying to hang tough. Honesty, I have my moments. I hate feeling so desperate. Am I nuts to feel like this after such a brief encounter?”
“No. It hasn’t exactly happened to me, but I hear stories of love at first sight, or lust, all the time. Whether abrupt growth of feelings or just the best lay of your life, you have earned a few weak moments. Not like you have a ton of experience in the matter,” she stated without care.
“No, and I thank you for reminding me,” I snipped sarcastically.
“Anytime, dear. I always have your back.”
“Yes, even if it’s just to brutally offer me the truth. I appreciate it, though. As I do you spending hours with me on the phone this afternoon. Might as well say thanks in advance, too, for your spending hours with me this weekend.”