Oh Monday, how I wish there was day in between Sunday and Monday (you know, a day to get over whatever shenanigans you got yourself into Friday, Saturday or both). I had my first concert experience thanks to the phenomenal Zac Brown Band Saturday. I went with my girl friend J. and her boyfriend Anthony. Now, it has come to my attention that my girl friend and I haven’t spend any one on one time since her monogamous commitment to Anthony (also known as a serious relationship). I am their third wheel, the back-up to either one when and if they find themselves without the other (although more for her than him). This past weekend was no different; it was the three of us, and as I still try to cope with their abundant PDA for one another (which I am starting to feel like I might have a future in bird watching if this continues) find that I really am the odd man out here, even though they reassure me that I’m not. Well, we did some tailgating before the concert and behold, we are joined by two more couples! I have no problems making friends, but there is only so much time that you are allowed when talking to either member of the couple before the other comes and snatches the other away… and you are kinda left alone (and in my case with a vodka bottle).
Once in the concert, it was the three of us again…okay, more like the two of them cuddling into one another and me jamming to the band (and my emergency mini bottle of wine). I have tried many times to break this ugly rumor roaming the halls of school- that it is difficult for single people to hangout with coupled/married/forever up someone else’s butt, but ,I have come up kind of thinking that this rumor has some serious truth to it. As much fun as I have with both of them and they with me, I am the extra person, the perpetual bird watcher when they say sweet nothings, get into arguments, or decide to show their affection while I’m with them. Another one bites the dust. I am down to… one, one other very good friend who is unattached. Time to make new ones?
Funny how dynamics change when one person is added to the mix. I am happy for my friends, and wish them the best, they really do seem to enjoy the perpetual company. I wish I had that want of a perpetual companion, but I don’t. I like it here and there, but no one really worth spending so much time with at this moment in my life.
The only reasonable solution that I’ve come up with is this: If I am to spend any time in concerts, bike rides to the everglades, or anything that involves a couple, I will have to ask that I am welcomed to bring a friend. As for the day in between Sunday and Monday… well it would have been much needed to recuperate from my brief relationship with vodka Saturday.