Friday afternoon, after a victory in a disgusting competition to be detailed later, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number. The sender asked what I was up to because they just received two tickets a broadway show, one that I had been wanting to see for a while now. Despite being unsure who I was inviting me, I accepted the invitation and made plans to meet up outside the theater.
Thankfully my companion for the show wasn't someone I wouldn't have wanted to see. It turned out to be a woman I had gone out with twice about six months ago, during my brief and ill-advised foray into internet dating. Though she was very lovely, at the time I was simply not that interested.
Of course, it wasn't a simply matter of having two tickets. She was in fact invited to the show by one of its producers. I won't claim to have known who he was before last night, but I was certainly impressed with the VIP treatment. The producer refused to wait in line to enter the theater, and despite the security guard's instructions, he lead me and my date in immediately, passing somewhat annoyed theatergoers on the way.
And, yes, the seats were quiet nice.
And now? Who knows. I enjoyed my company and the show. I'll certainly see her again; I owe her a dinner at least. But my head is still in such an odd place, and dating probably wouldn't be advisable.
Thankfully my companion for the show wasn't someone I wouldn't have wanted to see. It turned out to be a woman I had gone out with twice about six months ago, during my brief and ill-advised foray into internet dating. Though she was very lovely, at the time I was simply not that interested.
Of course, it wasn't a simply matter of having two tickets. She was in fact invited to the show by one of its producers. I won't claim to have known who he was before last night, but I was certainly impressed with the VIP treatment. The producer refused to wait in line to enter the theater, and despite the security guard's instructions, he lead me and my date in immediately, passing somewhat annoyed theatergoers on the way.
And, yes, the seats were quiet nice.
And now? Who knows. I enjoyed my company and the show. I'll certainly see her again; I owe her a dinner at least. But my head is still in such an odd place, and dating probably wouldn't be advisable.