I’m at unSCruz, dressed in a purple ballgown quinceañera dress with silver wings.
The bride is wearing white with gilded golden horns.
We’re processing to the wedding site – all the women surrounding the bride-to-be.
This guy comes up to me.
“Hi, remember me?” he asks.
I recognize him as a man I went on a date with a few months ago.
“Yes, hi Greg,” I say.
He starts talking and it’s very clear that he is on something – alcohol, drugs, whatever.
And he’s making me uncomfortable, talking about how upsetting it was that I never agreed to go on a second date with him.
I can barely get a word in edgewise, he’s talking a mile a minute. I’m starting to feel really uncomfortable.
He points out his tent.
“That’s where I’m staying,” he tells me.
“Do you mind if I walk with you?” he asks.
Then he asks if I’d like to hang out some more after the wedding procession.
I think of The Swede and Tejas.
“I’m here with someone else. . .” I allude to The Swede’s presence.
I know that if I can just make it to The Swede, he can get this guy to leave me alone.
“Ok,” says Greg and scampers off.
So let it be knows, if you mention to a date that you are attending unSCruz, he just might buy his own ticket and show up and stalk you.