On Tuesday I went to a show at the Bootleg Bar in Echo Park. I was really excited to see this new band that I’ve been enjoying lately and I was also excited because I was going with some girls I don’t get to see enough of. And, any Tuesday that I don’t have to be at work is a good Tuesday. During the show I noticed this intense energy from behind me but I ignored it cause I think I’m pretty good at telling my intuition to shut up. Towards the end of the show the guy standing behind me taps me on the shoulder and says, “So one of your friends was jumping up and down earlier trying to see the band and now your other friend is doing yoga poses on the ground?” to which I replied, “Yes, gotta love em!” He then introduced himself and asked me my name. I thought in the world of first impressions it was an ok one and turned back around to finish watching the show. On my way out I felt someone grab my arm and it was him! He said “I know we didn’t talk much but I think you’re cute and was thinking we could have a drink sometime.” I admired his boldness so I said, “Sure!” and we exchanged numbers.
The next day he sent me a cute text asking if all my friends were crazy and I said of course they were cause I love weirdos. We joked back and forth about red flags and he asked what I was doing Thursday. I told him that Thursday night I had a birthday dinner to go to but maybe we could meet for a drink before that (I figured I’d already be dressed up for dinner so I may as well get as much use out of a cute outfit as possible). He said he had to be in the studio until late but would meet up with me after dinner. I didn’t like this idea from the get go because I knew I would be hanging out with the birthday crew and everyone would probably be drunk. But, he kinda didn’t take no for an answer…which I would later learn is his thing.
About 2 hours into the dinner I realized it was gonna go much longer than anticipated so I text him and told him it was the longest dinner ever and that I might have to go straight home afterwards because the girl giving me a ride home was sleepy. He said he had met up with a friend for a drink and was only 5 minutes away in Ktown.
“Are you asking me to come save you?” he said, which I thought was weird cause it’s like No! I’m actually trying to bail on you!
We all moved up to the rooftop bar. We were at Perch, which is a wonderful place with a beautiful view. As we were sitting around the fire pit cause I was freezing (as usual) I told my friend and some dude I didn’t know a brief synopsis of this guy I met at a concert and asked if I should tell him to come over. My friend got all excited and said she would stay to make sure I was okay and I should 100% tell him to come over. So, I did!
He text me that he was there and I told him I was by the fire pit to the right of the bar by the exit sign (I’m so stupid for saying that because obviously every place ever has multiple exit signs). Instead of just coming to find me he wrote back and told me where he was. This went on for a few minutes…a battle of sorts. Finally I gave in and went to find him. He later told me that he did that on purpose cause he wanted me to come and get him. Weird!
About an hour later the birthday crew decided they were leaving, which I was relieved about because I think he was feeling overwhelmed. But, before they left they made sure to make it super awkward by saying he better not murder me and forced him to be in a photograph to show to the police in case he did in fact murder me. So, he says he will give me a ride home and they all leave and we are alone in this gorgeous, romantic setting. But, the conversation just wasn’t flowing the way I had hoped. He made me feel very challenged and weird. He was asking lots of questions but he had this attitude that made me feel like I was being quizzed…like he was judging every little thing I said. I feel this way a lot though and I’m fully aware that it has a lot to do with my insecurities. In this case though I think he really was judging me. For example, he interrupted me at one point to say, “Who is this band?” and then I said, “The Smiths” and he was like, “Oh good, we can keep hanging out”. I told him, “God! I was so nervous! I’m glad I got it right” He actually challenged me about music a lot throughout the night, which was annoying. I felt like saying “THIS ISN’T A COMPETITION! I LIKE MUSIC, YOU LIKE MUSIC, LETS JUST LISTEN TO SOME FUCKING MUSIC AND SHUT UP ABOUT IT!” But I didn’t say that.
He went on to do some light, sneaky bragging. But he tried to do it in a cool way. He would wait for me to ask a question and then act like he didn’t want to reveal too much cause he was super important. For example, he kept bringing up “the studio” as if he was saying “PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THE STUDIO” so finally I said, “What is this studio you keep referring to? What do you do in the studio? Are you an artist? Musician?” He goes on to tell me he “runs a record label” but makes me ask which one and when I do he won’t answer until after I tell him what kind of music I like. At this point in the night I felt like he was being argumentative and very sarcastic so I started acting the same way. I responded, “Well you met me at a concert so I’d say it’s safe to assume that’s the kind of music I like”. Then he was like, “Oh, you won’t know about my label then”.
He did throw some compliments my way, but most of them were backhanded. For example, “I think it’s great that you are here in LA and you don’t have an agenda, so many people I meet have such an agenda” to which I replied “Ya, I’m pretty much agenda-less, I could actually use to have more of an agenda! Hahaha” He also kept interrupting me to tell me how cute I was while looking me up and down with sex eyes. It was a little creepy.
So, the bar did last call and we walked to his car where he presented me with another challenge…”since you are Miss Music and have that premium Spotify account I’ll let you choose the music”. Great! That’s the last thing I want to do so you can judge me some more! I put on Youth Lagoon and said “it’s pretty mellow so don’t fall asleep at the wheel!” He then asked me who it was but as soon as I told him started talking about how they were “ok” live and he’s surprised I’ve never seen them cause they play in LA all the time. If he’s seen them so many times then why didn’t he recognize it when I put it on? And why is he referring to it as ‘them’ when Youth Lagoon is one guy? Fishy!
Before he started the car he kissed me. It was a great kiss. But afterwards I feel like he looked at me funny. It seemed like he was saying with his eyes ‘I’ve presented you with this gift, aren’t you going to say anything about it?’
He drives me home and parks and I’m thinking Dude! You aren’t coming in! He kisses me again and gives me that same weird look but this time his eyes are saying ‘invite me in’. Then he says, “Lets keep hanging out” and I say, “My place is a mess and I’m pretty tired” He argues with me…tells me he can guarantee me that he has selective amnesia and will forget how messy my place is. Which is bullshit. He’s like Judge Judy. There’s no way I’m letting him come into my place with his overly observant eyes! So, I tell him no a few more times and he kisses me again but this time his eyes are saying ‘Don’t you want more? How can you NOT invite me in?’
FINALLY he gives up and says he will walk me to my door where he kisses me again but this time I’m super uncomfortable because my neighbors are very nosy and might be watching and I’m also getting pretty tired of his begging looks and comments. He lingers…he pretends to be trying to peek in the windows but I just laugh and say goodnight. Then he texts me and says, “I bet your feet are cold” and I say, “Yes. Every part of me is cold right now.” and he says, “Too bad. I’m a furnace.” which I don’t reply to until this morning cause I was thinking Dude! Learn to take no for an answer!
This morning I text him and said, “You should introduce yourself to people like that…’Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m a furnace” He responds 4 hours later saying, “Much easier to go by Justin I think”. But Justin isn’t even his name! Or is it? I don’t really want to know!
I did like two things about him though…
1.) He looked like Justin Long
2.) He majored in Creative Writing, just like me!