Music, Sweat, and Insecurity

Submitted by Jessica:

Stephen offered to take me to a concert for our first date.  It was a band I had heard a little bit about, but I definitely wanted to go and hear them.

The trouble began when we hit the ticket window.  Stephen only brought enough money for a little over one ticket.  I was certainly able to pay my own way, but when a guy offered to take me out somewhere, I figured that he would be the one treating me.

He tried to put some light on the situation by saying, "It's like a gift to each other."  Whatever.  I don't know you well enough yet to buy you any kind of "gift," dude.

The place was bona fide packed.  There were literally no cracks to squeeze between.  It was a fire hazard with four corners.  My kind of place, actually.  I grabbed Stephen's wrist and pulled us up front.

It was midway through the second song when I noticed that Stephen wasn't so much dancing as much as he was just being jostled by the crowd and giving me a dark kind of look.

Over the music, at the top of my lungs, I screamed, "What's wrong?"

He screamed back, "Nothing!  You have fun!"

What a loaded answer.  Still, I was there for fun and not for games, so fun I had.  Lots of it.

When we left a couple of hours later, I asked him what the problem was.  He said, "I didn't like seeing you dancing that close to other guys."

I cried, "It was impossible to not dance close to people in there!  By your logic, you were dancing really close to other girls.  What do I care?  We're all there to have a good time, and I knew that we were on a date."

He whined, "You could've paid more attention to me."

I said, "We were at a concert.  I was paying attention to the music, the crowd, and you.  If you wanted me to be centered only on you, then we should've done dinner instead."

I'm not into the insecure, so that was it for us.  At least I had a mostly good time and discovered a new band that I didn't know much about before.