"You Don't Know My Name"

During my brief dabble into the country music scene, I attended a Tim McGraw concert with some friends and met a boy at the show. Allow me to set the scene for you....

I had gone to work, and left early afternoon where on my drive home I received what I thought to be at the time, very exciting news. I began to celebrate as I was getting dressed, and was on my fourth drink as we left for the show. As I obviously wasn't driving, I continued to drink once we arrived as well. Within our row, I was at the end of my friends, then there was a couple next to me, and finally a guy next to them with his friends. Now as the show started, I was feeling pretty good and I notice that the guy in my row keeps looking down our row. At first I thought maybe we had escaped from the local insane asylum, but when my friends went to the bathroom and he smiled and waved at me, I realized that he had been checking me out the whole time! I wrote my name and number down and passed it down to him at the end of the show, and he called that night!

The only problem with passing my number to Concert Guy was that I didn't know his name. Furthermore, with his thick country accent, half the time I didn't understand what he was saying, so I probably agreed to all sorts of things in those first few weeks! After calling his voicemail several times when I knew his phone would be off (I swear I am not a stalker), my friends and I decided that we were pretty sure his name was Corban.

Fast-foward almost three years later, and we still talk occasionally. Then the other night, we were trying to find each other on Facebook. I explained that I couldn't find him, and after going back and forth he finally checked that I was spelling Corbett correctly! As it turns out, for the entire time I have known him, I have been calling him by the wrong name! Never once after a voicemail, conversation, or introducing him to my friends did he ever correct me!!!