Ticket Booth Boy, or teebeesquared

There is this boy, Ticket Booth Boy. We shall refer to him as TBB.
Nay, teebeesquared.

Every girl in the theater/music department knew this boy. Whenever they lined up to buy tickets, they made sure to line up in front of his window for the chance to spend 4 glorious minutes with this darling cute boy.

About a year ago, I bought a ticket for a classical choir concert from this young man at the booth.

He asked, "just one? you're not bringing a date?"
"Nope." smile charmingly, "It's just me."
chit chat. he mentions he did choir in high school.
Me: "So are you going to go to the concert?"
Teebeesquared: "Well, I'm tempted to buy a seat next to yours"

Man, what a line. is he smooth or what?

"But unfortunately, I can't make it to the show tomorrow night"
"oh bummer." truly. "next time"

The following evening, imagine my surprise when I looked up from my program and he was shuffling down my row to come sit next to me!

How completely, adorably romantic. My face flushed with excitement at his sweet gesture--he had actually bought the ticket next to mine!

In the next few minutes before the concert began, we proceeded to discover that we had pretty much nothing in common, and couldn't fill up the space of ten minutes with remotely interesting conversation.


For the next few weeks I gawked and gossiped and giddily told my girlfriends what had happened, and they cooed with jealously, as was expected when I strategically left the gloriously awkward ending out of the retelling.

Every once in a while I'll still see him at the booth. I've done a pretty good job of avoiding his booth when purchasing tickets. Here and there, we'll share a head nod. The other day, he even said my name--correctly too! I wonder if he remembers where he learned it.