Full disclosure: Set up by the owner of a tavern where the non-drinking gardener goes to dinner a lot & for music. One of the best local live-music venues in the area. She said, "I have a nice woman for you. Would you like to meet her?" I sad, "Sure. Tell you what: give her this extra concert ticket I have for the day after tomorrow." No pressure, no agenda. Venue was only about 45 minutes away. Next day: "You're all set. I gave her the ticket. She's interested and excited. Will meet you there tomorrow."
She never showed.
But, hey, it was a Mary Chapin Carpenter concert and Gardener was in heaven, nonetheless. 4th row, dead center! When she chatted with the audience, the microphone blocked most of her face, that's how close it was.
And none of her sad, gut wrenching (though beautiful) songs. Just happy songs and sh!t-kicking clap and stomp till it hurts, sing and shout till I was hoarse songs.
I had a blast.
A bit disappointed, honestly. But, hey: nothing ventured, nothing gained. Took a chance.
Had fun anyway.
Like I said last week: I'm okay. I'm okay alone. I'm okay living lone. I'm okay being single.
And for me, my friends, that is serious progress - a new plateau.
A phrase I've used before, jokingly, came to mind a few times last night: "Your loss, toots."
Only kidding. No regrets. Whoever she is, she's human and has a life and any number of things, feelings, etc., could have gotten in the way/conspired to keep her from rolling that dice and taking a chance.
And that's fine.
Peace,
Last edited by Gardener; 07/03/1008:08 PM.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
