Quick update since last post: Ex didn’t work out. I’m resigned that none will, despite Kate being really into the idea of a triad (she hates the word throuple. Says it sounds like a surgery). We have a date set for the wedding for the week after Christmas, as most friends and family have the week off.
So, I won lawn tickets to go to a concert. No backstage. Not telling the artist, but it was music you could dance to. Tickets were for two, but Kate was feeling under the weather, so she stayed home. She gave me the greenlight that if I met someone, I should totally try and hook up. “Just text me details and make sure the girl is clean.” Okay.
Concert time comes, I make my way through all the cool VIP places. Wrist bands. The works. Considered getting a big beer, but decided against the gassy and took some gummies I snuck in instead. After milling around in the concourse and on the lawn wandering around slowly getting high and making conversation with strangers, the lights dimmed and I find a spot to stand.