I am having a long-distance relationship with my former high school sweetheart. We are both 52, madly in love, and want to get married early next year. The problem? While she and I have many similar interests, I am concerned that she and her (single) gal pal so enjoy going to rock concerts across the nation.
As background, my GF and I broke up in high school after an older guy at a party cornered her in his house, made some moves, and then took her into his bedroom. She later told me she (then 18 years old) was terrified and just froze. Amazing or no, she stayed the night in his room, but later described the event as “close to rape.” A good friend of hers later told me that my GF later confided that she had been seeing the guy for several weeks, which my GF hotly denied. I couldn’t handle it and broke things off.
Today here we are, older, wiser, and appreciative that fate has actually brought us together. We get along wonderfully, but I have some residual trust issues. What makes me apprehensive is her fondness for going to David Cook and Daughtry concerts. They’ve been to some 25 this year. Call me old-fashioned, but when I think of rock concerts, I conjure images of a libertine party atmosphere of much dancing, drinking, smoking, flirting, and loose people. My GF and friend stay in hotels when on travel, and her friend sometimes goes down to the bar for a drink while my GF (upstairs in her room) and I chat online.
To me, there’s something not quite proper about chasing rock groups across the nation. It seems … unladylike and somewhat wild. It unnerves me. My GF insists she is completely faithful and her gal pal says the same thing: We are “fuddy duddies at those concerts,” she says. That same gal pal also says my GF “never, ever looks at other men.” I have no reason to think otherwise, but I fear that some smooth-talking Lothario is going to see her dancing and celebrating and take advantage of her–something I concede could happen in her hometown. And if you’d ask me, I believe my GF is virtuous and not at all flirtatious.
I guess I need an attitude adjustment from the teeming masses because my Edwardian mind associates women who frequent rock concerts as easy prey and perhaps even a bit loose. Yes, I guess I feel threatened. And I’m a relic.