When I first listened to this song eight months ago, it really resonated with me deeply. I'd just fallen out of a relationship that was somewhat devastating, that I hadn't yet really reacted to, and started to believe, melodramatically, that I was just meant to be involuntarily alone. I gave up hope on finding anyone who would tolerate me in the LA area, assuming that the superficial corruption that lurks within all us Angelinos was going to make it impossible to find a cool chick.

Around the same time that I discovered this album, Sea Wolf was opening a show for Okkervil River, a band that I didn't really listen to but was curious about, so I bought two tickets assuming my friend Trista would go with me. (My memory is a little hazy here.) It's not often that you discover a band and then get to see them in concert while you're still in your honey-moon-y "omfg i love this band so much!!1!" phase, so I knew it was going to be incredibly awesome.

At the last minute I invited this girl who had messaged me on OKCupid. We didn't get along very well in text (apparently we both thought we sounded kinda like weirdos) but after one lengthy phone call I asked her if she wanted to go to the show with me, and she agreed.

We met up at a Starbucks and talked about nothing I could even begin to remember now, but we got along and enjoyed the first band (Zykos) and then Sea Wolf came out. We headed down to the floor from the balcony area of the Henry Fonda, and stood off to the side watching Sea Wolf. She was dancing around and looking pretty beautiful. I wanted to reach out and touch her (but I felt all leprous because I had poison oak grossness on my arm under the sleeve on my left arm) but the usual anxiety, the horribleness of not being able to read people's minds, made me uncertain and anxious.

I told myself that if they played You're A Wolf, which I knew they would, I would have to take action because listening to this song while standing back and watching a pretty girl dance around who you're all longing for is just too fucking pathetic. I didn't want to be that guy, that awkward guy who might be in his twenties but still acts like an acne-ridden fifteen year old, who goes home and writes on his el-jay about how he had an opportunity but wasted it because he couldn't be certain he wouldn't fail. Although my last relationship left me second guessing everyone's true intentions and thoughts all the time, I was going to take a risk in an attempt to not be a giant pussy.

So, of course they played You're A Wolf, and I put my arms around her and said, "I'm sorry but I need you closer to me," and she settled into my arms, and that was that. It's been mostly happily ever after after that.

Sea Wolf was good, too. Okkervil River was better, but sort of on a different plane of existence entirely so it's not really like they were "better" than Sea Wolf, per se, they were just more entertaining in a different way.

IT'S FRIDAY!!!

Woo!