What follows is a true story from my young, slutty days (as opposed to my current mature, slutty days).
I was 19. It was a smallish outdoor concert, maybe 300 people. I wasn’t of drinking age so I can’t blame it on alcohol, but something came over me that night.
I had arrived early and was standing not too far from the front, stage left as the sun went down on a hot summer night. The show started and I was transfixed by the singer. I swear at one point (as we all do) that he looked right at me, singing to me.
About halfway through the show as the crowd closed in around me, I noticed a tall, thin guy directly in front of me, almost blocking my line of sight. He was so close we were almost touching and we were kind of dancing at the same tempo.