Further Tales From Toronto - Part 2

I suppose I've kept you in suspense long enough now, so here's the rest of my Toronto adventure.

I began in proper small-town fashion by getting lost as soon as I got off of the bus.  I'm still not sure what happened, but I somehow was unable to find the entrance to the subway, and consequently ended up wandering around the surrounding block for a good 20 minutes or so, until someone was kind enough to direct me to where I should have been.

After that, I finally called Number Three, and we met up.  We wandered around High Park for a while, and had dinner at a decent restaurant along the way.
After some scrambling and lucky last-minute streetcar arrivals (which Number Three attributed to some obscure goddess whose name I forget - I call it plain luck) we arrived at the Cults show.  Being a naive young man who hasn't attended a proper concert before, I was concerned about being late, which was a totally unfounded worry.  In any case, we had to go through two openers before the main band came on anyway.  The first was fairly good, the second, not so much.  During that night, Number Three acted as my wingman (or wingwoman, rather) and managed to find a couple of nice looking girls for me to talk to.  I was slightly nervous at first, as always, but I eventually got comfortable talking to both of them, and I think it went fairly well. One was a nice looking lady in glasses (we'll call her Enid) and the other was a small Asian girl (we'll call her Knives-gotta love the Scott Pilgrim references!).  While I enjoyed talking to both of them, and I think they both found me at least somewhat appealing (partial credit to Number Three on this) I think I liked Knives a little more than Enid.  After the show, Number Three told me she got the feeling Knives was something of a hipster, but if she was, she was a hipster in the same way I am, so I could live with that.  So, as we patiently waited for Cults to come on stage, sipping our drinks [note to self:  next time, if you notice they're buying drinks, be a gent and don't let them pay for them], we talked about music, and I occasionally mocked the second opener, and there was much smiling and quiet glancing.  Eventually, Cults were on stage, so we got up as close as possible and drank in all of the awesomeness that they had to offer us.  It was a really fun night, and made that much better for the lovely company.  After the show, I managed to get Enid's facebook info [note to self:  next time, get a phone number instead], but nothing has come from that as yet.  I would have gone for Knives', but she is one of the few who isn't on facebook, so that wasn't a real option.  Getting a girl's number/info is  skill I haven't really had any practice at, so I think I might have come off a bit awkward when I did it, so I suppose it's something I might have to work on in the future.

After the show, we went our separate ways, and Number Three and I stopped by a local bar to visit a friend of hers who runs karaoke nights there, so we stuck around for a little while, and she sang a song for everyone.  After that, we were off again to visit my friend, who was DJing at another bar.  We settled in there, and we enjoyed the atmosphere.  At one point, I had to pay a visit to the washroom [note to self:  stick with one type of adult beverage, and you probably won't have to keep cleaning up after yourself], but it didn't really ruin the evening.  We stayed a little longer, and eventually, we made our way back to Number Three's place.

It was very late when we arrived.  Probably later than I've been up in a very long time.  We grabbed some food on the way, which was probably a wise move, but only further confused my tired body.  After that, we collapsed into bed, but we were both too tired to sleep, so we laid in the dark, and filled the next few hours with cuddling and pillow talk.  We discussed all manner of things, and even got to go over a few important topics that were on my mind.  Number Three has a strong intuition for things like this, so she managed to get me to talk to her about things.  I told her about my reservations about the whole arrangement, whatever you might call it, and I also mentioned about how I couldn't see it ever becoming a long-term thing, for various reasons.  Her answers both surprised and comforted me.  Number Three told me that if I ever was to find myself in a relationship with someone else, she wouldn't get in the way of things, and furthermore, she wouldn't allow me to become a cheater.  A short while later, Number Three started to cry (for reasons I won't delve into here) so I held her and comforted her as best I could.  I knew she'd been through a lot in the past while, so I'm glad I was there to help her that night.  After she calmed down, we talked our murmured talk, and cuddled a little more, and as the sun rose, and the city began to go about its business, we slept.

A few more small things happened the next day, but they were rather uneventful.  The important part is that I discovered that Number Three, as much as she hurt me once, is truly a caring person who wants me to have the relationship I've been searching for.  Until that time comes, I know she'll be here for me.  I know it's complicated, but it's nice to know that there's at least one person out there who cares for me like she does.