Back in the mid-2000s, I played guitar in a punk band that got asked to perform a short leg of Warped Tour (a big deal back then). I was recently single and still kind of getting over it, but I was excited to play music and forget about it all.
My drummer was dating this absolute bombshell at the time. We’ll call her Janna. Well, Janna had one of the greatest bodies I’d ever seen at the time, but it was her face that got me. To me, it was perfect. Bright green eyes, olive skin, button nose, big lips, dark hair, the works. My drummer was being a dick to her all day, allowing himself to grow this rock star ego overnight—when she was way out of his league to begin with. I never liked the guy, and I called him out sternly, and he shut up for a while. I noticed a look Janna gave me, and I couldn’t tell if it was a “thank you” or a “fuck me” look. I figured I was just lustfully obsessed with her and misreading.