Funny story....

Posted by Johnny at 9:22 p.m.

First the background details:

I'm subbing in on drums for my friend Liz in the vocal jazz group that she manages because she has tendonitis. We had a rhythm sectional tonight at the university, but it was only she and I and a piano player...

The piano player was very attractive. Cute girl, really nice, great piano player and singer (more on this later). So I thought, "meh, what do I have to lose?" and I asked if I could buy her dinner after the rehearsal. She agreed without putting up any kind of a fight, but she just wanted some Pita on the Run because she had to work on a paper that night.

So I bought her dinner, sat at one of the 2-seaters in Mac Hall and we talked for quite a while. Things seemed to be going really well and I thought we were hitting it off. Then we somehow got on the topic of doing weird things in a drivethrough. She told me this story, most of which I forget, where she was going through McDonalds with someone who had a sock puppet.

The story itself isn't so much important, but this is what she said: "So, I was with a guy, who was my boyfriend at the time ...." Johnny's mind: yes! She's single! Woo! ".... And is now my fiance...."

Johnny's mind: MOTHERFUCK!

Yeah. That was short-lived. Apparently she's engaged to this guy in Victoria and is moving there sometime in the summer to do her music education degree.

I couldn't figure out why she accepted my invitation to dinner in the first place, most likely knowing my intentions and knowing that she is engaged. Kind of puzzling. Oh well. I'm just happy that I had the confidence to ask her out in the first place - this is a good sign.

And, as it turns out, she's written a couple songs and is very interested in recording herself at RnJ Studios this summer. So in losing out on a weekend date, I gained a potential client. She even played for me afterwards and she sounded pretty good. Her piano is better than her singing, but Reid and I have creative ways around that.

Well, that was my story. The lesson I learned is that I actually have to look at girls' hands before I ask them out. I didn't think I would have to do that as a 20-year-old, but apparently I do!