Spinsterella

Thursday, November 30, 2006

I am totally fucking useless (slight return)

I was at a gig the other night and who did I see in the pub beforehand but that good-looking chap from the Megabus/Brakes gig quite a while ago now.

And later, when the band came on stage, I found myself standing right beside him.

Did I take advantage of this serendipitous moment to befriend said chap? Say hello; maybe just make eye contact for a split second?

Did I bollocks.


(This is all getting awfully repetitive, isn't it?)

12 Comments:

  • If anyone actually went to the botheration of clicking the link, I can only apologise for the whole *blogginess* of that old post.

    It was a long time ago. Sorry.

    I wasn't going to bother, but then the post would have made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 5:51 PM  

  • the next time you see a bloke you fancy, don't give yourself time to think about it: slug back a couple belters, throw him to the ground, and lob your leg over. sorted.

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 8:47 PM  

  • It's none of my business (meh, it's a blog), but what was going on in your head when you saw the fellow? I mean, was there a weighing up of costs and benefits (*would*-ness vs *would-not*-ness)? what made you decide not to do anything?

    PS: you read ulysses?? Man, doesn't anyone like tintin?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:44 PM  

  • I'm glad it's not just me that does that.
    Reminds me of The Smiths: "And you go on your own; and you stand on your own; and you come home and you cry and you want to die."
    Having said that, the last time I tried to talk to a girl at a gig she told me to "Piss off, creep."
    Fair enough …

    By Blogger dive, at 12:28 PM  

  • From someone who (very occasionally) throws caution to the wind, I'd say, what's the worst that could happen?? It might be great, it might not. Make yourself a promise, next time, TALK TO THE BOY!!!

    (The other day I met this really cute guy in the hairdresser [totally *would*] and all the signals were there, but I was thinking he was bound to be gay [occupational hazard?] and so I walked away. I've asked myself every day since exactly what kind of idiot I am?? Next time, I'm taking my own advice.)

    *thinking of a way to revisit the hairdresser after only 3 days*

    A
    x

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:34 PM  

  • anon: go in and tell them that you think one side might be a bit longer than the other, and could you get someone to take a professional look at it, preferrably the cute dude.

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 1:38 PM  

  • I have a good feeling about this one spins ....go after him.

    By Blogger realdoc, at 6:59 PM  

  • Aww, spin! That's just what I do... Do you chat them up or not? If you do you might be seen as forward (because that apparently would never do, why I'm not sure) but then if you don't they might be too scared to talk to you even if they like you. Arggh.
    Dive, you poor thing. It must be terrible being a bloke and having to do the chatting up. That's a nice guitar btw.

    By Blogger belladona, at 8:02 PM  

  • Thanks, Belladonna.
    A studio full of guitars and a life bereft of women.
    I think I see where I went wrong …

    By Blogger dive, at 8:25 PM  

  • If he was standing next to you that's as good as a proposal. Well, at least it was in the playground.

    By Blogger Kieran, at 1:59 AM  

  • I went to a KD Lang gig once. Me and 3,000 KD Lang lookalikes.

    Wall-to-wall.

    By Blogger Geoff, at 2:57 PM  

  • Next time, next time....I'll say hello.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 6:25 PM  

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