Fixin To Thrill.
Alright, I suppose that’s a bit inappropriate. Live music is more commonly referred to as a “show.” And who’s going to smoke a rock at a Little Boots concert?
Ecstasy, sure, but things don’t get much harder than that at an electro pop performance. Well, not the drugs. The game of lust, however, is not easily advanced when the participants remain in a mostly static position, only dancing in place, if at all.
I didn’t really expect to bring anyone home – with three friends in tow, my coupe was already quite crowded – but I had anticipated more of an opportunity to advance the flirtation rebuilding between myself and a certain boy (yes, this one is a peer) who I knew would be in attendance. Yet, despite the fact that he stood a mere ten feet parallel, despite the fact that I was “fixin to thrill,” to “get on the floor,” not “make a fuss, just do it,” it was the opening act, Dragonette, not I, on whom he appeared fixated.
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I did, at least, get the opportunity to say, “Oh! Hey there,” affecting surprise as if I just happened to notice him while sidling through the crowd on my way to the bar between sets. And I can be patient, continue to be patient. It’s only been a couple months since we were re-introduced, not to mention over a year since we first met and I detailed our encounter on the opening page of a new notebook.
Dear Diary, I all but began.
“I met a really cute boy. His name is [Drake] and he is [also] 2 months fresh to LA…He seemed uninterested most of the night, but on the walk back to our respective cars we had an actual chat about…movies, etc. Seemed like he was taking more of a liking to me. Who knows, though. I feel like…everyone [in West Hollywood] is always looking over your shoulder for something better. Gay – high school.”
His level of intrigue remains hazy and WeHo will always be somewhat of a vapid wasteland, but I am no longer fearful of exploring either.
LoL. It's true. Have you not seen Latter Days, lady? Because clearly that was in a movie, so it MUST be true. Duh.