(Fast forward 5 years)
So now, here I am, dating a bandwagonner. Of course, she had invited me to see Marc's new band "Kjwan", but our common love for Sandwich got us here.
I'm not gonna go into details of our interaction during the date. We were in a house which was made into a mini concert hall. There's spray-painted grafitti and a giant mural of Jose Rizal wearing shades, which may reveal what kinda place we were in. Tight spaces. Older men and women. The band was playing in what used to be the living room. The smell of smoke, alcohol and perfume, if you'd believe it. It was so loud that it was impossible to have a conversation. Even while looking at each other, lip reading without light cannot be done in this place. All alone, yet face to face.
When you feel awkward in a date or in some setting where you're trying to build connections, realize also that she wants the same thing. The shade of awkwardness, silence and wonder is there. But you're climbing up this wall with her in the most fun way you can. She said yes didn't she? It meant she was open to this one thing.
You're not getting married tomorrow.
You're trying to get to know a person, even amidst seeing Marc perform.
You may have blown it about how much you fanboy scared her. "Did you know Marc's first band was called Shirley Beans? Did you? Did you woman?!"
But you had a good time.
And slot this under the slew of first dates that didn't turn into second dates.
You'd probably go again, but make it after a few months, so she doesn't get ideas. And bring a friend. You've learned that technique, ironically, from another first date.
From the great Filipino poet, Marc Abaya, "Don't Regret your Stars"
Get them reps Bachi.
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