Band was amazing. Show was amazing.
(Being hit on by the bass player was a real good/needed boost to the ego.)
But holy shit being hunted down by someone's wife on instagram to have her grill me because her 'best friend' saw me close to her man and she needed to know if he cheated on her with me is not the sort of shit I need. Good thing she provided a photo of him.
It was the guy who ended up next to me in the crowd. Y'know. Crowds. At concerts. Where everyone is pressed in tight. Yup. Close by sheer fortune of proximity at a concert.
And the truth of it: he was a goddamn gentleman. He actually pushed back another guy who tried forcing himself to the front (we were at the stage) and right up against my back, near pinning me to the stage. So damn girl, trust your man a bit more and question that so-called 'friend' a bit.
I did talk to this guy a bit before the show and he dropped an 'ex-fiancee' mention. ...and in her stream of messages she called him both husband and fiance so I am wooooondeeeeering if there is some stalker-shiz going on on her end. EITHER WAY NOT MY CIRCUS. I just told her nothing happened and he was, in point of fact, a gentleman.