a story in first person objective

i went on a date last night with this guy in my Shakespeare class.  he took me to see Kishi Bashi in concert at Kilby Court.  it was a pretty neat concert (plus he's japanese...and, well, i love asians).  during the encore i was just watching the band when i noticed someone pushing the woman in front of me.  all of the sudden there was a man on the ground--he'd passed out.  i turned around to look for my date.  i saw him leaning down to help the guy on the ground.  when i looked closer i realized that wasn't my date....my date was the one passed out on the ground.  um.  ya.  he got right up again and seemed like he was totally okay.  i asked him if he wanted to go outside and get some air.  he said he'd be okay for the rest of the song.  apparently he wasn't.  30 seconds later he fell in slow motion to the ground again.  this time he fell backward and all these people gathered around him.  he jumped right up again after about 8 seconds.  by then the song had ended and we walked out for some fresh air.
i never really talk about my love life on my blog because it's public.  maybe i'll go private.  cause as my mother pointed out to me today when i told her this story, there is never a dull moment.  i go on plenty of dates, and even if i don't like the guy that much i almost always come home with a good story.

peace+love