So Initials is out of town for the weekend, at some Hawaiian-themed lesbian wedding in Pennsylvania. The brides are wearing matching floral shirts, and they are going to exchange rings and leis, and rumor has it that someone is trying to work out the wedding march on a ukulele. I'm incredibly glad I have rehearsal this weekend and couldn't join him.
It's the local jazz festival this weekend, out on the terrace, with the bands playing overlooking the lake, and beer is really cheap, and this week's rain showers have stopped and there's a strong breeze from the lake so all of the women know better than to wear skirts unless they want to imitate Marilyn Monroe and last night with some friends we sat at the table right behind the guy who I wrote this poem and it totally made my night. I kept wanting to make eye contact and I'm pretty sure he saw me and recognized me but he didn't do anything but then again I didn't do anything and besides, I don't know what I really expected anyway. I at least wanted to be asked or given an awkward hello, even if he was sitting with a big group of obviously straight, football-watching manly men.
I need practice when it comes to interactions with cute boys. Or at least a refresher course. I don't want to get rusty just because I have a boyfriend. I haven't been prepositioned in forever and that's just unacceptable.
Or at least I want someone to post a Craigslist Missed Connection for me when I go back for tonight's free concerts. Is that too much to ask?
