Megan Stielstra's Blog

Thanks to all of you who came to the Hideout this weekend. We had full houses both Friday and Sunday nights! Thanks also to Jonathon at the Dollar Store and Matt at Serendipity for giving me the chance to get up there and babble (again) about my dating life.

My former dating life.

The story I did Sunday (guy stands under a girl's porch every night for a hundred nights and sings Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer) was written long before I met Christopher. I was pretty cynical back then ("I've been hurt by love blah blah I'll be single for the rest of my life blah"), and the story was sort of me talking myself into trying again. Being open to it again. So anyway, after I finished the reading, I got off stage and went over to kiss Christopher. Some (very drunk) guy in the audience saw this, and ran up to Christopher and said, "Dude, was that you? In the story? Like, are you the guy?" Christopher told him no, he wasn't the guy, as in he wasn't the guy who sang Bon Jovi under my porch a hundred times (he's the guy who did a slew of other things, which are for my journal that nobody reads but me). Had this (very drunk) guy directed the question to me, I would've said yes, Christopher WAS the guy, as in he was the guy who made me believe it was possible, even if I did fictionalize the way it all went down. And the charcaters and the place and all of it (especially the part where the narrator rips on Keats. 'cause I kinda dig Keats).

I'm bringing this up because I really, truly used to be That Girl. The one who thought it would never happen. And on the offshoot chance that That Girl is reading this right now, I'd just like to tell her to hang on. It's coming, probably sooner than you think. Just be open to it. If he's singing under your porch, go down the fuckin' stairs and meet him halfway.