Best part of my weekend? A girl I look up to, a woman that is incredibly talented and inspiring, that I could watch play guitar for hours on end, someone that is so far above me in my mind, having equal respect for me, giving the best hugs I have received in months, the kind where you hold onto each other and whisper into each other’s ears and rock back and forth, she even told me that she loves me, which is weird because we were strangers before, but I still feel as if she meant it in a way, even if she had been drinking, kind of in the “I love you as a human” way. I came to their show in another city, I was the only familiar face, and it was a sort of thank you, I’m glad I got to know you tonight, I’m glad we kept hanging out for hours after the show, I love who you are kind of thing, which coming from someone I see as so inspiring was really insanely flattering. It was also nice walking around downtown with her, and even being at the bar and then back in Fremont, because she kept wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me, and I would put mine around her shoulders, but she would go a little farther and run her fingers over the front of my hip bones and hold onto me there in a more sexual way, much closer to my crotch than necessary, but I obviously did not mind in the slightest, and she would lean her head against me, and I probably could have kissed her and she would have kissed me back easily, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to ruin our new friendship, and I was there to hang out with everyone, including all the boys I already knew in the band, and I wouldn’t give up one night with a bunch of wonderful people to go make out with one cool girl in a corner somewhere. I’m not like that I guess. But damn….she is still very cool, and she still gives the warmest hugs. Cheers to a fun weekend.
