Thank you for checking me out during last night's Interpol gig. At first I thought I was simply feeding big fat juicy lies to my starved ego, but then you made a move. The attempt to speak French to me b/c of my 'Petit Dejeuner' Tshirt was a long shot but being a Montrealer, it warmed my ice stormy heart.
I must admit, I pretended not to hear you the first time round. I guess I was feeling extra shy, especially now that I am married. Yes, married. I was single for nearly 23 of my 28 years, never before had a serious relationship and you had to wait until two months after I get married to make your move. How dare you!
Oh, and THANK YOU. Thank you for reminding me that I am still a girl, perhaps even a woman. One that you found attractive or engaging enough to chug back your beer and try talking to. You were awkward and sweet and trying really really hard.
Sorry I had to take off in a such a hurry, but I was anxious to get home and snuggle with my new hubba hubba. Also to tell him that I got hit on so that maybe next time I want to see a show, he might actually consider tagging along (it's for his own good anyway!)
well best of luck with your ongoing hunt, e.
PS. My crowd agreed that while the band was great, with a few exceptions, the performance was a straight up rendition of the album. I am a spoiled concert goer and have high expectations...