Rock and Roll
B and I had been on two casual dates when I won concert tickets to see four bands from a local radio station. I planned to go with my best friend, but she had a family emergency the day before and couldn’t make it. I called B at the last minute and asked him if he’d like to drive the two hours to Columbia, MD with me to see the bands, all of whom he had expressed appreication for. He was in so I picked him up and everything was fine at first; he even slow-danced with me during the headlining act’s token love song. On the ride home I was feeling frisky, as was he, so we pulled off the side of the road and engaged in some non-platonic fun. Once back on the road, with about an hour and a half to go, I was feeling good and cheerfully tried to continue conversation. I asked him if he wanted to go to the beach sometime in the coming weeks and he responded, “I don’t think we should see each other again.” We rode the rest of the way home in complete silence.
This kind of thing is why I don’t buy that three-date crap. Love “non-platonic fun” though!
