So, the longer entry, as promised; I shall still have to keep it short -- eh, at least, quick -- as I have to shower 'fore work, then drive twenty minutes to the ghetto. 
As it were, I was a sophomore in university in fall '99, and in October of that year, returned to Milwaukee for the week of fall break. In that time, I was to see Ani DiFranco at the Eagles's Club Ballroom Stage; accompanying me was to be my friend Dave, aforementioned (two or three entry ago). He had the wheels, and as the venue is not in the safest of neighborhood, it was best to have a ride there oneself or with friends than to have to wait for a bus.
The show was on a Tuesday -- correct me if I'm wrong, correct me if I'm wrong -- and started at eight. We got there around eight-fifteen, in the middle of the opener (was he named Stephen Smith? Can't rightly recall this...), and took a place in direct line with center-stage, toward the back of the lower concourse. We stood about for three hours, then, and enjoyed the show.
On the way out, though.... I had to stop to tie my shoe. So, I stooped over off stage-left, just afore the balcony seating (thus, the people in the balcony got a good look at me). While doing this, a group of three or four (?) females yelped down, "Andy!" (My given name is Andrew.) I looked up after a moment, but before that, my friend Dave, obviously surprised than any woman would demonstrate recognition of me, pointed to them, pointed to me, and mouthed, "Him?"
The response was affirmative.
Consequently, I told Dave, "Let's venture up."
He declined. At the time, he was on the outs with his then-girlfriend (a high-school senior he has begun dating shortly before his own commencement (March '98)), and moreso than usual prone to jealousy when another man would draw "feelers" and such from a woman, or some women.
Of course, I do not know if the women in question wanted to be riding me. In fact, they probably did not. But such wouldn't have meant we couldn't party with them.
But, who knows? Hell, I don't even know who they were, other than that they clearly had not gone to high-school with me; had they, they would have duly recognized Dave, and not just me. (Whether I had worked with them at Gilles' Drive-in or Sentry in 'Stallis, my afterschool jobs in '96-'97 and '97-'98 respectively, or gone to college with them -- or (and it would have been highly surprising) gone to elementary school with them at St. Stephen's -- I wouldn't be able to say, though doubtless one of those was the case.)
Whatever, though. Just another case of female... interest... probably, nonsexual, but, still... in me.
Coming soon: a contemporary (to above) story whose moral is the pithy bros 'fore hos.
As it were, I was a sophomore in university in fall '99, and in October of that year, returned to Milwaukee for the week of fall break. In that time, I was to see Ani DiFranco at the Eagles's Club Ballroom Stage; accompanying me was to be my friend Dave, aforementioned (two or three entry ago). He had the wheels, and as the venue is not in the safest of neighborhood, it was best to have a ride there oneself or with friends than to have to wait for a bus.
The show was on a Tuesday -- correct me if I'm wrong, correct me if I'm wrong -- and started at eight. We got there around eight-fifteen, in the middle of the opener (was he named Stephen Smith? Can't rightly recall this...), and took a place in direct line with center-stage, toward the back of the lower concourse. We stood about for three hours, then, and enjoyed the show.
On the way out, though.... I had to stop to tie my shoe. So, I stooped over off stage-left, just afore the balcony seating (thus, the people in the balcony got a good look at me). While doing this, a group of three or four (?) females yelped down, "Andy!" (My given name is Andrew.) I looked up after a moment, but before that, my friend Dave, obviously surprised than any woman would demonstrate recognition of me, pointed to them, pointed to me, and mouthed, "Him?"
The response was affirmative.
Consequently, I told Dave, "Let's venture up."
He declined. At the time, he was on the outs with his then-girlfriend (a high-school senior he has begun dating shortly before his own commencement (March '98)), and moreso than usual prone to jealousy when another man would draw "feelers" and such from a woman, or some women.
Of course, I do not know if the women in question wanted to be riding me. In fact, they probably did not. But such wouldn't have meant we couldn't party with them.
But, who knows? Hell, I don't even know who they were, other than that they clearly had not gone to high-school with me; had they, they would have duly recognized Dave, and not just me. (Whether I had worked with them at Gilles' Drive-in or Sentry in 'Stallis, my afterschool jobs in '96-'97 and '97-'98 respectively, or gone to college with them -- or (and it would have been highly surprising) gone to elementary school with them at St. Stephen's -- I wouldn't be able to say, though doubtless one of those was the case.)
Whatever, though. Just another case of female... interest... probably, nonsexual, but, still... in me.
Coming soon: a contemporary (to above) story whose moral is the pithy bros 'fore hos.