He's just not that into me.

I have to admit, this blog has been a long time coming. Not for lack of material, I promise. I guess I was just still processing what had happened because it was all just so surreal.

Saturday, May 24th had to be one of the COOLEST days of my live thus far. Just ask Kate. She was there, too.

I went to Boston because an acquaintance of mine was running Earthfest, the huge outdoor concert put on each year by radio station WBOS 92.9. I signed on because I love music and I love that particular radio station. I had absolutely no idea what was in store.

We got there first thing in the morning to check in when I saw Adam, my buddy.

"First of all, take off your name tag. It looks lame. And put this on," he said as he passed me and Kate all-access passes.

"You guys are working the green rooms. Have fun."

So that is what we did. For the entire day, we hung out with the bands and made sure they had whatever they needed before they went on stage. Green tea? We got it. Some ibuprofen? No problem. A charger for a cell phone that looked like it was from the 80's? Even that was possible to provide. No matter what the bands needed, we made it happen.

It was the absolute coolest job ever.

And I kept thinking that if the bands were major jerks then the day would have sucked. But happily, they were the complete opposite. Maybe it's because they are pros at what they do or they were just cool to begin with. But every person I came into contact with was a total peach.

Especially Gavin.

(Ok, Gavin is not his real name but you'll get the gist).

Gavin was a band member who really caught my eye. He was sweet and cute and though a little older than me, I was really into him. We (the other ladies and I who were working the event) chatted with him all day. He was quiet and unassuming and in the span of about twenty minutes I developed a huge crush on him.

But, I mean, I always do this. I'm not sure why, I think it's just how I am wired. I wear my heart on my sleeve and develop large, unruly crushes within about, well, twenty minutes of meeting someone. And just so you know, these never end well. Still I let it happen again and again.

But while I was most definitely "into him", I didn't want to appear to be THAT girl--a groupie--who just liked him because he was in a rock band. Because that was only about 10% of why I was into him. In reality, he was just a cool, smart older guy that was easy to talk to, very interesting and very easy on the eyes. Anyway, in order to not come across as THAT girl, I played it cool and aloof. Very, very aloof. So it was me. But not...really me.

After a day that included such highlights as dancing on-stage with The English Beat, laughing with fellow volunteers over private jokes and actually sitting on-stage for the last song of the concert, we made it to the after-party.

Yet again, Gavin and I chatted all night. This is where my crush grew to monstrous proportions. My mind was racing at the thought of being involved with this man, though he lives in California and I live nowhere near there. But I wasn't thinking whether this was smart or not. I was just thinking of how much I wanted to kiss his face.

Alas, the night ended with no kiss. Not even a promise to keep in touch. He hesitated a little when he said goodbye, like he wanted to either ask me for my number or ask me up to his room. But in the end, nothing.

Well, nothing except for a tree.

Yeah, this is the even stranger part.

As part of each show they play, the headliner of Earthfest gives away a tree to encourage people to be more green/environmentally friendly. Part of "winning", though, is promising to keep in touch with the band in regards to how the tree is doing, sending them pictures of the tree, telling them if the tree is still alive, etc. The chick who won the tree admitted that she got caught up in the moment and really had nowhere to plant it. So she gave it to me since I could promise the tree a nice, green home. Once the band members found out I was the one who was responsible for the tree, they made me do everything short of swearing a blood oath that I would make sure it was planted and lived to a ripe, old age.

So the next day, with Hall and Oates' "You're Makin' My Dreams Come True" blasting on the radio, the tree (in my backseat) and I journeyed from Boston to greener pastures. My brother Ric and I planted it in his yard and took a picture for the band's website. I was creative and somehow got an email for someone associated with the band. I asked him to forward the email and pic to Gavin. And then I waited.

I waited for a note back from Gavin. I also waited for my pic to be posted on the band's website, as they had promised.

Neither happened. Weeks passed. Now being alone in my ivory tower and also having no other major project to focus on at the time was pretty much a recipe for disaster in this respect. Because it was at this point that I started to really obsess over Gavin. Ladies...why do we do this to ourselves? I googled him (there, I said it). I continually checked the band's upcoming tour dates. I checked every junk mail I received thinking it might be Gavin's email not being recognized by my email system. I also became convinced that any wrong number or hang up I got on my phone was somehow Gavin.

I was, to say it kindly, smitten in the worst slightly-psycho way possible.

Then one day it dawned on me like light dawning on Marblehead: He's just not that into me.

He is a smart, resourceful guy. He knows where I work and if he wanted to get in touch with me, he would by all means find a way. It is just that though he might have liked me a little, he's just not that into me. I thought this realization would sting a little but it actually made me feel better. To not have to worry or obsess over or work at whether I heard from him or not was a huge relief. I mean, it really shouldn't be that hard. Yes, I felt we had a spark when we talked. But according to Greg Behrendt of, "He's Just Not That Into You" fame, "Men tend to spark frequently where women aren't like that, really." He continues, "For a woman to really like someone they have to have a spark and it doesn't happen that often. So when it does happen they are loath (unwilling) to let go of it because they think it's profound. And it's not. It's just a spark."

So, yes, Gavin and I had a spark. But it is one of many sparks I am sure I will have this summer. It was fun while it lasted and exciting and interesting. But in the end, he's just not that into me. And that is ok.

Funnier still, the minute I let it go, this happened: http://www.cakemusic.com/news.html