Dating VII

I called Chris* to see if he wanted to go hear some live music. A thread we share. We go see LoveRunner, a Salt Lake City local band. I know the heterogeneous instruments player. We show up and take a seat on some sofa-like chairs and chat a bit. One band starts playing. I want to go stand in the ballroom to become part of the music. Chris doesn't. I stay seated in hindsight regretting my decision. No sooner than the band starts playing, Chris pulls out his phone and text messages someone.

Whoa. What is this all about? Mr. Allison I Want to Hang Out With You More, is overtaken by the expensive clock in his pocket?!?

He excuses himself from the sitting area and I am left...alone...to listen to the unnamed band (I never heard their name). Expression on my face: unnerved. He comes back while I'm in the middle of texting Michelle...an eye for an eye. What does he do? Sprays binaca in his mouth. It's almost cliche. I laugh, hyserically.

LoveRunner comes on. I make my way to the dance floor. I warn Chris that I get really into live music. Dancing, yelling, throwing things on the stage...I've never done that but one of these days. In the middle of their set Chris excuses himself...again...to go find earplugs. I understand his concern but we were listening to at least 20 minutes of very loud music before LoveRunner took the stage, no excuses. Left alone...again. He comes back just as the set is ending.

I say hi to the heterogeneous instruments player and introduce him to Chris. By then Chris has gone from "potential" to "no chance." We promptly leave.

All Chris was good for was the ride to and from the Union Ballroom.

Why must it be so insanely difficult for two members of the opposite sex to find eachother? Why must manners be thrown out? What kind of society are we living in where it is kosher to be out for the evening and be talking to someone other than the date?

I don't I need to count bots and snus on this one.

*Chris is his real name.