Update to yesterday's post
Here's how the whole thing blew up in my face:
Last night, I went to a show. I had four friends in my car, and we drove past the show on our way to find a parking place. The girl, L, was standing out front of the show smoking a cigarette. I knew at that moment that I was doomed. I pointed her out to my friends in the car, some of whom had heard the story earlier, and much laughter at my expense occurred. It's cool, I would have laughed too.
The show wasn't completely awkward--Ghastly City Sleep were a disappointment, but Antlers were fucking transcendent and I bought a couple of LPs I've been looking for for a while--but I saw the girl at least half a dozen times over the course of the evening, and could never meet her eye. I'm sure that if I'd never sent her the Myspace message I could have gone over and talked to her, but as it was, I felt like she was almost surely NOT interested, and the least I could do was spare her any further awkwardness. I still felt awkward, though--I felt like a character in an Al Burian story. I'm still so new to this whole thing--actually interacting with girls and trying to win them over--and it seems like everything I do ends up being wrong. When I had a girl hit on me at a show a few months ago, I figured I'd see her around, and then I never did. Now, when I don't take the chance that I will see the girl around, I see her immediately. I can't seem to do anything right.
Later in the night, a couple of my friends asked me if I'd talked to her. When I said "Fuck no, are you crazy?" they pointed out that if she HAD been interested in me, it would probably be a good move to do so, and if she was not, at least then I'd know for sure instead of having to take silence as some sort of signal. Which made a ton of sense. So yeah, once again, I blew it.
Last night, I went to a show. I had four friends in my car, and we drove past the show on our way to find a parking place. The girl, L, was standing out front of the show smoking a cigarette. I knew at that moment that I was doomed. I pointed her out to my friends in the car, some of whom had heard the story earlier, and much laughter at my expense occurred. It's cool, I would have laughed too.
The show wasn't completely awkward--Ghastly City Sleep were a disappointment, but Antlers were fucking transcendent and I bought a couple of LPs I've been looking for for a while--but I saw the girl at least half a dozen times over the course of the evening, and could never meet her eye. I'm sure that if I'd never sent her the Myspace message I could have gone over and talked to her, but as it was, I felt like she was almost surely NOT interested, and the least I could do was spare her any further awkwardness. I still felt awkward, though--I felt like a character in an Al Burian story. I'm still so new to this whole thing--actually interacting with girls and trying to win them over--and it seems like everything I do ends up being wrong. When I had a girl hit on me at a show a few months ago, I figured I'd see her around, and then I never did. Now, when I don't take the chance that I will see the girl around, I see her immediately. I can't seem to do anything right.
Later in the night, a couple of my friends asked me if I'd talked to her. When I said "Fuck no, are you crazy?" they pointed out that if she HAD been interested in me, it would probably be a good move to do so, and if she was not, at least then I'd know for sure instead of having to take silence as some sort of signal. Which made a ton of sense. So yeah, once again, I blew it.