Manhunt at the Disco

Submitted by Chris:

Melissa and I went to a concert together on a Friday night in New York.  The club was packed solid, and we could only communicate by yelling into each other's ears.  We both wanted to catch the concert, so in we dove.

We were able to stay together for about three minutes.  When we became separated, I looked all around for her, although searching in this place, full of people and dark as dark can be, was almost impossible.

Somehow, I found a relatively quiet corner and pulled out my phone.  Calling in such a loud place would have been useless, so I texted her my location in the club.  No response.  I figured that she probably wouldn't be able to feel her phone vibrate or hear it going off, due to obvious circumstances.  I texted her again a minute or so later, just in case she didn't feel it the first time.

No response.  I thought about going outside, but it was freezing out.  She wouldn't have gone outside.  If she had, surely she would have checked her phone first.

So I did my best to work the crowd, have fun, and look for her all at once.  I kept checking my phone to see if she wrote back, which she didn't.

When the show was over a couple of hours later, I figured that the crowd would thin out and that I'd find her and that we'd have a good laugh about our "date."  Heck, at least we went to the same concert, so we could compare our thoughts.

Wishful thinking on my part, it turns out.  Remember how I thought that she wouldn't have waited outside?  Guess where she was?  The entire time?

Ooh, was she mad.  I asked her if she had checked her phone, and she said that she had, but she yelled that any normal guy would have looked outside if he became separated from his date.  I countered that any normal girl would have seen the texts, gone back inside, and found that same normal guy.  Waiting outside out of spite for over two hours was ridiculous, no matter what she felt she was entitled to.

It ended in a screaming match, and we both ended up storming off in different directions.  What a crummy night, but at least I saw a good concert.