Concerts and Phone Calls

Part of Musician's job is to put on these concerts during the week. They're at lunch time, in the building right next to mine, and free. He emailed me the schedule, and I decided to make the time, so today on my lunch break I went over there.

I saw him for, literally, two seconds as I walked in. I touched his elbow to get his attention, then waved hello to him as I breezed past. We didn't even acknowledge each other for the remainder of the hour. As soon as the concert ended I was out of my seat and out the door—he was there to work, not flirt.

6 pm this evening my phone rang, it was him. "Hello, neighbor!" (I can't call him 'friend' lest he fall into that category.)

"Hey, Girlthina!" (Ok, ok, it's much funnier if you actually know my last name. Trust me, it sounds positively silly.) "What are you up to?"

"Oh, not much. How 'bout you?"

"I'm just catching a bus. Where are you?"

"I'm home, chillin'." Waiting for a masseuse to stop by and work on my back for an hour.

"Oh, you're home.?" Disappointment was definitely the main tone in his voice. "Well, I was just calling to thank you for coming to the concert. What'd you think?"

We chatted about that ever so briefly, then his bus arrived. Yeah. So, now we're to the stage where we call for brief snippets of conversation as we wait for the bus. I can't object—I rather like that stage, you know which one I'm talking about. It's the I-can't-get-enough-of-you-so-I'll-take-all-I-can stage. I think I'm there, too. Sigh.