Last night, my friend David took me to a reading. Being in that concert hall for the first time in years brought back this memory from way down deep.
Some time ago, I dated this guy for a few weeks. He told me that he had been married; in fact, he might only have been separated at the time, I don't remember.
He and I went to a concert (in the same hall where David and I were last night). I don't think the lights had dimmed before I realized he knew a lot of people there. A lot. Turns out his wife was one of the performers, so he knew the band's followers.
Okay, we're there to see his wife. That was fine. Just would have been nice to know first. But fine.
Concert ends. "Want to go backstage and meet my wife?"
"Uh, no," I said. "No, I don't." "No?" "Uh, no."
He couldn't really understand why it wasn't something I wanted to do.
God, I had forgotten that whole story.