Falling into the category of “that would only happen to you, SB” is a story from very early in my dating life. A guy that I’d really liked had recently unceremoniously dumped me for his long-time on-again, off-again girlfriend. I wasn’t dealing with it very well, so when I learned that he and his roommate were going to a concert one Saturday night, I thought I would try to win tickets from the local radio station. If I was successful, it would be a sign.
Let me pause and talk about what good luck I have winning tickets from the radio. As an 8 year old, I won tickets to see the Gaithers (I don’t know why I wanted these tickets; I fall asleep at the concert. But, I won them, and that was all that mattered). Many years later, I won tickets to see Kenny Chesney. So, on that cold night, when I went to the concert arena and basically walked up to the station and was handed two tickets, I was the only one who wasn’t really surprised.
With my best friend in tow, we hurriedly got ready and went back for the show. Let me pause again and say that at this point in my life, I HATED concerts. Or, at least, I thought I did. My only real experiences with concerts was youth group conventions where everyone jumped around, and (as my dad likes to say), “mosh pitted.” I’m outgoing, but I’m still fairly conservative in my expression. So, I was literally only going to this show because this guy was going to be there.
When my friend and I found our seats, I texted the guy that I was there. He was most shocked of all, and probably not all too happy that he now had to come clean and, actually, it wasn’t his roommate coming with him after all, but rather his girlfriend. My heart sank, but not as much as it would when they walked in to the 10,000 person arena and found their (pre-assigned) seats – two rows in front, two seats down from me. I could watch them together the whole 3 hours!
I wish I could tell you any of this story is an exaggeration. I promise you it is not. Fortunately for me, they were late and not super mushy, and my friend and I ended up having a great time (ironically, the guy she was interested in was also at that same concert; apparently, there wasn’t a whole lot else going on in town that night). And, most important of all, I learned that I actually LOVE concerts! I saw a very young Miranda Lambert as an opener that night, which was really fun (I don’t remember for sure, but I think she may have smashed her guitar), and I learned that adults don’t have to jump around. You can actually be quite calm while enjoying live music.
So, all’s well that end’s well. Despite my brilliant, but for some reason, failed effort to stalk a man into loving me, it was a successful evening, and while that guy and I never did get back together, we managed to overcome the awkwardness and become sort-of friends.
Has anything like that happened to you? Do you have luck either with winning tickets or being assigned seats immediately behind your ex and his/her significant other? What would you have done?! Let me hear your thoughts!