Yesterday I saw there was a Depeche Mode/The Cure/Morrisey homage "tardeo" (afternoon club). I used to be a fan from like age 15 to 25 so I went there. I was pleasantly surprised to find most of the people were around my age, the average age of the music events that I usually attend is probably half of my own.
It wasn't my intention to hook up (unsurprising spoiler: I didn't) but since this is a club and people would be around my age, I walked around trying to find someone to flirt with... and I couldn't find someone I liked enough to even feel compelled to flirt (whether I would have done it is another matter). I just took notice of this and danced alone.
The remixes were not very well done, and the music was very loud, so after about two hours I decided to call it quits. I took a bike to the pradera de San Isidro where there was a concert of Las Ketchup. I don't like 'em, but I like a crowd's energy so that's why I went.
It was packed, and I didn't enjoy myself either. By now I was wondering if I was trying to get water from a dry well. It's been a while since I have enjoyed a concert or a nightclub, yet I obstinately go and come back to report I was bored, inadequate or whatever.
At around 11:30pm I saw my battery was at 2%. I could either stay longer and walk about 1.5 hours home, or leave immediately and grab a bike. I decided for the latter.
Today I went to yoga. I was on the waiting list and told the receptionist "I don't like showing up on waiting list because it feels like an obligation, don't worry really I can reserve a different class through classpass" but she waved away my concerns and told me to take a spot they use for cases like this.
However, when I got to the spot it was already taken by the lady who said my practice was beautiful and she said hello to me effusively. "Oh Patri they told me to take this spot, I guess they meant next to you?" and she said "the teacher is usually in this spot, and there's a free spot over there, but if you want to practice here go ahead, you're very welcome".
Our interaction was exceedingly kind, difficult to convey in words, I said "Oh it makes sense now, I guess she didn't know you were here so a spot freed up, I'll take that one thanks", she insisted I was welcome to practice there, but I've never seen two people in that spot (because it belongs to the teacher) so I said I'd take the free spot toward the front of the class.
I eyed my classmate at the distance. She looked beautiful in a full white unibody outfit while standing on an immaculate black liforme mat. I rarely have a chance to view her practice because she takes the last row and I take the front, but this time I could see that she has the kind of elegance only years of practice bring, and her muscular body showed through her tight outfit.
Then I thought "She's very forthcoming and welcoming, but that's the energy securely married people have. They can compliment you without being awkward because that's exactly what they mean". But I could only know if I conversed more with her.
I found her at the reception area as I was leaving. She said to the teacher that she had been hard on us that day, the teacher laughed and said she was usually easier in her Saturday class because people showed up tired, but today there was good energy in the class and she pushed forward. Patri laughed and said she had been awake at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep, and thought she wouldn't make it to class, but there she was. The teacher said "so now you're going back home to rest" and Patri stared back with a blank smile. The three of us laughed heartedly and she said goodbye to both of us, our eyes meeting and squinting in a genuine reciprocal smile.
I kept on tying my shoes and repeated what the teacher said "so now you're going back to rest... Nah" and the teacher laughed and said "Well, when you have children like she does, you can never rest". Ah, there was the hint I was looking for! The securely married hypothesis gained more ground (though it's not proven yet, I must prove it before moving on).