Her hair was blonde and curly and the looked absolutely adorable.
Space was tight in the crowed arena, and when she sat down she got my attention by tapping my shoulder.
“We’re going to have extra space,” she said. “I have both these seats and the other person didn’t come.”
I didn’t ask for more information, but I put the pieces together the best I could.
Why is this cute girl alone? And what jerk decided they had something better to do that night?
I asked her where she was from, and said a small town a ways away.
My dad grew up in that town.
I asked her if she’d ever been to a concert alone, and she said no. She added that yesterday was her birthday and she didn’t want to come alone, but decided to drive a few hours to Kansas City as a birthday treat to herself.
Oh, girl. I’ve been where you are, I thought. I’ve bought concert tickets for a man who decided someone else was better a time or two in my life.
I told her the plus side of doing things solo is that no man is beside you bitching the entire time.
She agreed and smiled. Plus, when she wakes up tomorrow she can do anything she wants! She doesn’t have to take anybody else’s wants into consideration.
During the concert she looked at her phone a lot and texted a lot.
I kept my mouth shut, but I thought girl, stop chasing someone who doesn’t want you. Get rid of him and find someone better (or find yourself).
After the concert we said our goodbyes. “Thanks for talking to me. Not everyone would have done that.”
You’re welcome, beautiful girl.
What I didn’t tell her is that I once had Eric Church concert tickets, and I planned to go with a man who I literally begged to stop cheating on me.
Literally, I begged him to stop. He didn’t.
Moral of the story: Do things alone. And always, always, always go to the concert.
