Dream Come True

I have been an extended fan of TBD, listening to their music for years. As many concerts as I have attended, I was still yet to see TBD live and in the flesh. Being a fan as well, Kristin joined me at the HOB. The opening band was incredible, the drinks were flowing and the guy next to us generously shared his 58 joints.

Because we were the best looking girls at the show, we scored backstage passes. Kristen was a bit nervous going back, but we sit back, not mobbing the band, talking and drinking amongst us. Mike, the lead guitar player, was immediately drawn to us and spent the majority of his late night conversing with us. As strange as some of the TBD lyrics are, I was expecting him to be further out than what he was. Mike was extremely grounded and uber cool. I must admit, I was a bit starstruck.

After an hour of hanging out backstage HOB, Mike asked us to go back to the bus. Well hell yes we want to. There were a few cocaine induces bimbos on the bus, but we captured the band with our real, down to earth humor. We made our way to the back of the bus, for those of you who knows what that means. We were packed in the round booth, hanging with TBD. It was more than surreal.

After hours of drinking, smoking and music I was too fucked up to know where I was. This inevitably lead to some hard kissing and heavy touching. Nothing more, nothing less. It was hot. I had to force myself off the bus and dismiss the invitation to Austin. I have never been a groupie, but I came very close with this one. Much love for Mike Always.

The Young Ones

After an early concert ended, Jami and I made our way out of Lee Harvey's and back up to Idle Rich. We were hoping, for our sake, there were some clean, nice boys, unlike the ones we encountered at the concert venue.

After we got our first drink and a prime table score, I was approached by an exotic looking, sexy clad guy. At first glance, I knew he was younger than I, but quickly realized his high maturity level, spectacular smile and strong wit. I was thinking maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe I just didn't care how young he was.

During what I am sure was an interesting conversation, I notice that Young One's drivers license was sitting on the table. Being my nosy stalker self, I grabbed it to survey the information. His bold birth date popped off reading 1986. Yes I said 1986. Not quite young enough for me to be his mother, but very very close. Too close.

I said, ahhh how cute, you are just a baby. He smiled a devious smile and whispered in my ear, I like older women. Oh right, of course. I laughed and said you can't handle me. He asked if I would let him try.

I decided to say fuck it. Young One was hot and more than likely dumb. Maybe he can be molded. I will at least let him see if he can handle me.

Semi-Rock Star Love

Kristen had a bad bought with an online dating personality, so in order to get her mind off of it, I took her to a happening live concert venue where one of my bands was playing. It was a successful night in many ways; getting Kristen's mind off her experience, running into old friends, dancing, singing loudly and of course much drinking.

After two hours of a lame crowd, the band quit early. We were hanging out at the bar, when the band joined us in drinking. I have known Semi Rock Star for over 10 years, in fact he sang happy birthday to me when I turned 22. We have always had a casual, but friendly relationship. He is overly attractive, even more so with a guitar and mic in his hand.

As we were talking about old Stillwater days, he leaned in and kissed me. He said wow, you are an amazing kisser, then kissed me again. This happened repeatedly over a span of a few minutes. I was glad to give it back, but let it be known, the intentions were all that of Semi Rock Star.

As the band leaving for their hotel, Semi Rock Star asked for my number. He repeatedly started texting and calling before he even left the building. He was begging for me to come over, begging for more. Damn how I wanted his more.

I didn't out of respect for his wife. Yes, I said wife. People, I have hit an all time low with this one.

Round Two, Kinda

Round Two, Ft. Worth, Texas. The night after sex with Johnny Romance, I was out again with my usual crew. Yes, BLarge was there. The group went to dinner then to ward another concert. During dinner BLarge came up behind me, grabbed me by the shoulders and apologized for his inappropriate advances while I was on a date. I was glad he made light of an extremely awkward situation. I told him I forgave so we progressed on a lucid track.

With the night in motion, I was flirting and talking to everyone within a mile radius. Well actually, the radius was much greater if the texts rocketing out of my phone count as well. Texts were coming in from Johnny Romance, asking what his chances were of us hanging again. I played hard to get, making him want it more.

As I drank and drank, my actions became more questionable. I sent nudy texts to people who certainly did not deserve them. I was singing and dancing in a floor length dress with my shoes off. By the end of the night, it happened that I was wearing BLarge's tennis shoes with my dress, taking last minute shots at the bar.

I will spare you the rest by saying I ended up wearing nothing at all in BLarge's bed. Shit.

Johnny Romance vs. BLarge

A few weeks passed before I went out with Johnny Romance again. On our second date we reconvened at a bar in Ft. Worth to watch a concert. My friends were all there and in regular concert form. Better to share this with him early on in the relationship.

He showed up looking hot as shit. I never knew a gray t-shirt could look so good. He was open to my friends, my music and my insane ways. I loved him for that and his hot body. What I loved even more was that he was totally into me, with roaming hands to prove it. He didn't have a problem letting everyone in that bar know he was there with me. The way it should be.

I left Johnny Romance at the stage while I went to gather more drinks. While at the bar, I was approached by one of my friends roommate, BLarge. He was on a drunken rampage about how much he is and always has been attracted to me. I was smiling and trying to blow him off, when he leaned over and kissed me. For the record, I kissed back and it was good. Problem was I was with hot boy, Johnny Romance, not BLarge.

I returned to Johnny Romance as if nothing happened. I thank some higher power that he didn't see my bar make out session. We had a great time together, all night long. After the concert, he took me back to his house. We had a few more drinks then fell into his bed.

The sex with Johnny Romance was good, but he does have things to learn. Luckily for him, these are things I can teach.

Damn A&M Boys

God how I always fall for Texas A&M Boys, Johnny Romance was the height of an A&M boy. He grew up in a small Texas town, drove a truck and had an accent to go with. Johnny Romance did not look the part of a country boy, although his personality was a little rough on the edges. He was hot, smoking hot.

Our first date was a great time of getting to know each other. We shared many things in common as far as the way we grew up, the colleges we attended and the professional success we were both starting to feel. He had a wit and sarcasm about him that made me smile madly. He had a rock hard body that my subconscious kept reaching for.

After we shared a number of drinks together, he convinced me breakfast was required. Afterward, Johnny Romance dropped me off at my car. He gave me a sweet, but hard kiss good night. God, how I wanted more.

Before I reached home I received a text from him that read, I had a great time with you. I wished you lived in Ft. Worth and were headed this way. I could easily fall for this guy.

Peephole

I met Peephole in one of my favorite Dallas bars. Just like the venue, he was laid back, funny and outgoing. I wasn't attracted at first glance, but as the night developed so did my thoughts on him. Peephole was intelligent and artful, two of which rarely come together in one.

We had many dates, most all of which were wrapped up in drinking and talking. As time with him, increased so did my attraction to him. Peephole was out of my typical dating box, which was intoxicating. He was full of dry humor and affection toward me. I grew to love his personality.

When our relationship developed to the point of intimacy, it came with a few shocking features. Peephole was a great kisser, so I had high hopes for his sexual abilities. Shit was I wrong. It would not be a stretch to say this was worst sex of my lifetime. It was something that I endured, counting the seconds until the finish. The worst part was he only exposed his dick through the peephole in his boxers. Demented on so many levels.

Hometown Trip

Early on, Traninwreck did many things to rope me in. He knew he was not a guy that I would typically date, so he made repeated attempts to show me he was real. He had a charming way about him and knew exactly what I wanted to hear, when I wanted to hear it. He never left those words unsaid. I fell hard and fast for all of his shit. Once I was in was when the relationship became extremely unhealthy.

A weekend break from Trainwreck was what I needed. Thankfully he planned to go out of town to visit his high school friends. I didn't expect to hear from him while he was north, but an unexpected call came in on Saturday. He said he had called to tell me what happened the night before. The words were dropped exactly like his.

Me: Well, what happened last night?
TW: I slept with some random girl.
Me: Ohhh really? How random are we talking?
TW: It was part of a game and it didn't mean anything to me.
Me: How random are we talking?
TW: I didn't know her, still don't know her name. She came home from the bar with us.

TW: She was nasty and it didn't mean anything.
Me: Can I hear about the game?

TW: It was a callout game. When it was her turn she said, I call out one of you men to have sex with me right now. The room was silent. No one wanted to have sex with her, so I had to do it.

Me: Soooo let me get this straight, you had sex with her because no one else would?
TW: Yes. I told her I will fuck you right here, right now in front of everyone.

There were 30 people at this party and he fucked her from behind on the sofa for everyone to watch.

TW: And can you believe out of all the guys at the party no one had a condom?
Me: I said no that is pretty unfucking believable.

The entire story was more than unbelievable. He is a sick, sick soul who I want no part of ever again.

Trainwreck and the wreck

Traninwreck and I spawned a volatile relationship in the worse sense of the word. Always drinking heavily, fucking, fighting, fucking. It was invariable banter which was not sane. He was spright with words and very swift to fire them at me. Manic is the only word that sums him up, high highs and even lower lows.

After a fight filled night at the bar, we met back at my house for a few more drinks and spoke about the fight. Talking was not what Trainwreck wanted, so he was sweetly apologetic, while the entire time had ulterior motives. After party.

I am not exactly sure what happened, but I soon found myself driving drunk down I-20 to a bullshit after party where I knew no one. Tranwreck was extremely sweet to me at the party, all the while hard drinking. I did the same. Upon leaving, we were saying our goodbyes, Trainwreck looked at his friend and said, "See you later, we are going home so we can make a baby tonight." At a loss for words on this one folks.

Again, I found myself on the road too drunk to drive, going at least 80 miles an hour down I-20. The drive home was slightly more difficult than the drive there because Trainwreck was tugging at my clothes. After failed attempts of pushing him off, I fell into his trap due to all of the grouping and touching. When my pants were totally off and his fingers were inside me, Trainwreck went down on me. Yes, all the while, driving drunk at 80 miles an hour. One can only imagine the distractions, my eyes not on the road, hands far from ten and two. Before I knew it, we had slightly swerved into the side of an 18 wheeler truck.

We kept rolling down the highway to home with tire tracks running the length of my car. With Trainwreck, I had no control. Never even thought of trying to have control with him. It was crazy, insane and stupid. All of it. I loved every second of it while it was happening.

Meth Anyone?

After an email exchange and many text messages, I agreed to meet up with Trainwreck. I took one of my girlfriends for backup. I did not have many memories from him in high school, but though what the hell could it hurt, I could always use another friend in Dallas.

Trainwreck was much like I remember him in high school. He was a bit over the top, even for me. We had a fun night of drinking and talking about people we knew and about situations we had in common. In many ways, I though he was a dick. Jesus, why I am always attracted to the dicks?

We made our way back to Emily's house for a few more cocktails and more in depth conversation. I don't know if it was the beer bringing out the honestly, but Emily was dishing out questions and Trainwreck was giving back shocking answers. During the interrogation, he admitted to not only be addicted to coke and meth, but also selling meth to much of my hometown. He made sure to let us know this was the past and had gotten himself out of all of it. I believed him, for reasons still unknown.

I should not have been within 500 yards of this guy without fear of getting arrested, but found myself thinking how attracted I was to him. So on the way out, he made a rather bold statement, or rather a drinking challenge. Sadly, I will never back down to that, so we made our way out of Emily's and back to my house. We drank until we saw the sun, made out and then some.

Yes, I have totally lost all good sense.