Boys night out

I have always adored the idea of getting out of town for good. I fantasize about the experience: the new life, the freedom to recreate, the fresh start and the ability to leave all the history behind. (And I don’t even have a past to run from!) In reality, though, I can accept it for what it is: fantasy.

Truth is, I’m not sure how I’d cope in a new city: alone and without my regular circle of support, my friends and, most importantly, my family. I’m not so close with my family that I couldn’t leave them, but I am close enough with them that they are always a consideration.

I don’t know that I’d have the guts to move away and make it permanent. A great job opportunity might sway me, but that’s about it. I doubt I would ever have the faith required to move someplace new for the prospect of being with someone, no matter how much I revel in that romantic idea. The LB did and, sadly, I rarely give him the credit he deserves for that. It’s gutsy, to say the least.

Tonight is the first time the LB has gone out on his own. Of course, that isn’t entirely true. Sure, he goes out to the store and, yes, he goes out fairly regularly to play the sport of his choice, but this is the first time he’s actually gone out On The Town with someone who isn’t me. It’s not easy making friends as an adult, finding someone to do things with. He and a friend have concert tickets tonight, though, and there’s no saying when he’ll be back.

“Are you guys going out after the show?” I asked.

“I’m not sure what we’re going to do. I’ll text you later when I know,” he replied.

“No. Don’t worry about me,” I said. “Just have fun!”

For all those times when, living in the same city as your beau, you’re excited for them to make their arrival at your place, there’s the equivalent. I truly hope that they go out after the show. I even hope, a little, that they go to a bar and maybe even get a little (or a lot) drunk. This’ll be the first time I’ve had to wait up for him (or wake me up when he crawls into bed beside me.) I’m excited about his new friendship, his new experience and something other than work to talk about at the dinner table tomorrow.

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