This is a mostly-true story. Not every word is true – I’ve changed some details to make it more fun to read. But, believe it or not, it really is 75% true.
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I first met Alison at an open mic night. I played my three-song set, got off the stage, and she walked right up to me. She was a short, five foot tall redhead a couple years younger than my 26. She was a little on the curvy side, with wide hips and thick thighs, and had a beautiful freckled face. She was wearing a little white dress that night and she stepped into me, looked up with her big doe-eyes, and told me that I looked “so sexy” when I was playing on stage.
This was not the kind of thing that happened to me often – or ever. I was thrilled. She was as cute as they come and our height difference made me feel strong and masculine. I asked for her number.