I have kicked myself quite a few times for fails with the opposite sex in my life, so decided to start blogging about it. Heres another one for the books.
I throw on my khakis & chucks, tie a bandana around my braided hair and head to midtown to Terminal 5 to meet Theo for some pregame brews in his car for the Suicidal Tendencies show. I hop off the train and receive a text to where his location is. I reach the corner of 56th & 9th, standing there waiting for the light to change, I see this gorgeous strawberry blonde, porcelain skin doll with her hair tied loosely up, wearing a cropped small leather jacket, tight black jeans hugging her perfect curves just right and a small pair of black heeled shoes.
I almost never approach women on the street or even attempt a conversation, because I'm just not that smooth. I did one time and it turned out to be a very interesting connection, but thats another story for another time. Not knowing what to say, I sneak looks at her before the light changes and I walk ahead of her. Scanning the street for Theo's car I couldn't help but to keep looking back at this heavenly creature. I saw her looking back at me as well.
Now that part has happened to me before, catching the glance of a woman on the street and maybe even a smile, but we both end up going our separate ways. And it's just one of those things that happen in the New York fast paced, I need to get to where I'm going life.
Right as I call Theo to pin point his car, I see him, jump in the passenger seat not even looking at him to greet him, I immediately point out the mystery girl that is about to walk by. With her short heels she walked with the movements of a curtain blowing in the wind, smooth. Maintaining perfect posture and near statuesque profile, she walks by and Theo and I gawk at her.
Could she be alone, possibly even going to the show? There's something about a non rocker looking girl going to a hard-core show that is very intriguing. Almost reminds me of a girlfriend I had that was the girliest girl ever. Wearing tennis skirts and louboutin heels dressed like a pretty little cupcake, but she would shove your ass into the pit at a Pantera or Tool show in heartbeat. She blends into the crowd nicely, but also stands out because she doesn't look like a cliche rocker chick, inked and pierced. This girl was all natural. Well as far as I can tell.
Theo and I sit in the car and talk about her for a good ten minutes, sipping on Beck's in between watching people making there way down the street to the show. Girls and guys walking pass, you can tell they were all going to the show based on their clothes, the area, the time, and day... basically you wouldn't see all these rocker types if there was not a show going on in this area of the city.
The girl still intrigued us. Out of all the people that walked passed no girl/woman came even close to her. After about an half an hour or so we kill the beer and walk over to the show. Upon walking in we make it up to the roof deck for some drinks and run into my friend Ivy's boyfriend Big Joe. His name fits him well, big and tall as fuck. He literally towers over everyone. After a drink we hear the music head down to check out the Cro- Mags. Joe leading the 3 of us, we run past the bar and I think I spot her. The great white buffalo (Hot tub time machine reference), She's at the show!
He comes back from taking a quick look over the balcony at the pit and with a maniacal look in his eye he tell us he needs to get in! The crowd parts for us as Big Joe leads the way right to the edge of the pit. Joe is the kinda guy you need at a show like this. Walks through like the president and everyone just moves out of the way. Sometimes you can see people bow with their eyes to him. Respect in height. Without hesitation he jumps in swinging and flailing his long fucking arms about. Right at the last song we head back up to the roof deck before Suicidal Tendencies comes on. We pass the girl again. She still looks alone, but talking to some random dude.
After some drinks, laughs and a couple bat hits in the bathroom we head down to check out ST. Again we head down to the pit. After a few songs Theo wanted to head up to the deck for a smoke. Once again passing the girl. I tell Theo I'm hanging back to check out the show. I make my way to the side of the balcony where she is standing near by. She actually reaches out to get MY attention. Thank god because I had no idea what to say.
She remembered me from the corner. Trying to chat up a girl at a concert is really hard if your not away from the stage. First I ended up yelling in her ear a lot, which made me feel stupid. Then I awkwardly ask if I can get in touch with her some other time in an attempt to possibly redeem myself from the fool I was making of myself at a later time when ST isn't blasting away in the background.
She says that she'd give me her number, then says she'd give me her face book. Which works fine when you want to get the info on someone without really asking. I ask for her email and hand her my Iphone. She punches in her email w/o the @ symbol because she couldn't figure it out leaving a space where it would go under my notes app. She says good bye and makes her way to the back snapping off a pic of the band on stage and headed down the stairs possibly leaving.
Feeling pretty good about myself I go up to the roof deck and find Theo, Big Joe and a couple other guys chatting. Since I was walking into a conversation i wasn't involved in I hang back and sit on a stool. Taking my phone out of my pocket I go to the girls email entry and go to fill in the @ symbol and possibly even look her up on Facebook while I'm at it.
My stupid fingers end up selecting her email address and erases it leaving nothing but her first name. I try and figure out if there is an undo, but alas no undo. I tell Theo the story and kick myself on the way out hoping I can catch her outside. No avail, major fail. I will always remember you my great white buffalo.
