Guest Poster: Hotbabe Who Went To Expatriate With Jobe

I wasn’t going to send the email to Jobe asking if I could have the ticket to the Expatriate concert. I sat there and thought for ages. One second I thought I’d go, the next I thought it was crazy: who the hell meets random guys off the net (especially ones as weird as Jobe) and goes to see bands they aren’t really familiar with (I think I heard them on the radio… maybe)? But I didn’t have anything to do and it was a Friday night so I said “fuck it” and clicked ‘send’.

He emailed me back and told me to meet him out the front of the place so the ticket handover could take place. He told me that after we got inside I could leave him without feeling guilty. I asked if he’d be wearing a rose so I knew it was him. He said no. I LOLed. I decided to say nothing about leaving him, since it was a good escape plan if it came to that and I would never want to be detained in a situation. It’s my personal policy to be safe (although my policies are crappy sometimes so that's not saying much!).

I was pretty nervous when I was getting ready. What would I wear to something like this? I must have tried on about 20 different combinations before settling on slightly formal black pants and jacket with a snazzy yellow shirt.

I got to the venue a little early and was forced to spend a few minutes waiting for Jobe. Every now and then a guy would walk past and I’d think it would be him, but it wasn’t. But then I saw someone approaching who looked exactly like that picture Gav posted of Jobe. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me, Amanda.” He said. “Not a very nice thing to do.” He looked a little hurt.

I apologised and explained and he seemed to be okay.

“Shall we go in?” he asked quite formally.

I think I did something stupid like giggled and said “indeed”.

He gave me my ticket and we went through the door. “You’re freeeee. Hope you enjoy the show,” said Jobe.

And I did! We hung around together for the whole show and had a good time chatting and drinking and joking around. The crowd was lots of trendy, middle-class people so I felt very secure and not threatened at all. Expatriate were really good and I picked up their CD on the way out.

Thanks for the ticket (and company) Jobe! Very glad I went.

Amanda xo

P.S. I know a lot of you girls want to know what Jobe is like in the real world. He’s sort of shy, a lot nicer than I was expecting and, not surprisingly, he’s pretty funny. He’ll kill me for saying this but I guess you’d describe him as cute in his own way. He’s definitely not like anyone I’ve ever met before. But in a good way.

P.P.S. Check this photo of me rocking out to the tunes of Expatriate that Jobe took of me.



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