Boys Are Dumb

After a fantastic weekend spent haunted-housing and reading the muse's writing bits, I gathered up the courage to ask him to the theatre's monthly open mic. We had gone before on his suggestion, but I was still hesitant to ask. I mean, if you really like someone, you should start out a little nervous, right?

So around 4:30, I texted him and very vaguely mentioned that there was an open mic night to which I was going, that he could also be going to. And he responded with the affirmative.

This left me three hours to get ready. I went back and forth between outfits, briefly considered red lipstick(decided against that one), stuffed my boobs into my new and extra-supportive bra, and by 7:15, I was heading out the door.

...And then my phone buzzed. "It seems my plans tonight will be dinner, followed closely by sleep." Oh. Ok. I mean, it's ok, he works hard and sleep is important, so. I went back inside and changed from the cute shirt to one of my all-time favorites. If I'm just going to listen to music, I can sacrifice cute for comfortable. I sent a quick "Those are also good plans", which I hoped sounded convincingly nonchalant. Boys are dumb and disappointing.

The theatre was abuzz with sound checks and guitar tuning. I was hanging around the tech booth and having a chat with our lights and sound guy(One day I'll have to write about him; he's a kind soul, very knowledgeable, and he likes me because I can think on the same sorta scattered level he does). He rushes off to fix a mic or an amp or some other sound contraption, so I turn to head back to the box office for a moment.

Lo and behold, what should my eyes see but my muse, strolling in.

"What happened to dinner and sleep?"
"Yeah, well, I figured I'd come anyway."

This leads me to several possible conclusions. Either he genuinely changed his mind(which seems unlikely, as he'd stayed late to work on something and was coming directly from the college), he could tell I was dissapointed and felt bad, or he just plain wanted to hang out with me. All of these worked in my favor.

There turned out to be very little listening of music. We joked a bit, but most of it was talking about the pieces of story he'd sent me. It was like I'd opened this fantastic door; He just kept going about the setting and plot and characters. This world he'd built was so intricate. I loved every second of it.

A few times, he stopped himself, saying that it was dumb or that he was talking too much. I kept telling him that I asked questions because I wanted to hear about it, and that I genuinely enjoyed hearing him talk. And I thought, Is this what it's like when I talk about things? Do I stop myself as much? But(and here is a very important fact) my attention did not otherwise waver. I didn't tune him out or nod along. He just... He loved it so much, and it was so good to see.He even helped me with my current story.

It was a good night.