Psychotronic

Originally posted by infragreen Back in the hair metal and grunge days when I looked like a cross between Sebastion Bach and Gunnar Nelson I had more trim than I could deal with. Now that I'm 33 and fatter and balding I can barely get a wink. Oh well. Right there with ya! Although, it doesn't seem to matter as much since I happen to sing lead as well as play guitar. It's funny, I can spot them a mile away -- they have that look in their eyes like a tiger stalking prey sometimes. I just pull an "aw shucks", since I'm married these days, but it's nice to think, "Oh, there's one over there!"

Taking to a friend of mine just reminded me of another groupie incident: At an after-show party at a friend's house, a girl whom I had seen around was suddenly taking an interest in me. Well, who was I to argue? So the party's moving to another friend's place and she wants to ride with me. "Hop on in!" Well, she was one of those girls who gets off on being abused, which is not my thing. Anyway, after some preliminary fun in my car, she wants me to take her back to her place (or more accurately, her parents' place). So, she sneaks me up to her room, although I couldn't tell since it was pitch black in the house. The requests for abuse continued and became increasingly severe. Too weird for me, so I said, "Screw this, I'm outta here!" As I'm fumbling for the door in the dark, she starts screaming at me, "{censored} you!!! Get the {censored} outta here!!!", and more of the same that I was no longer paying attention to as I groped my way down the dark stairs toward the front door. I finally found the front door, which had about a dozen different locks on it. As I'm fumbling with those in the dark, a light comes on behind me and the voice of someone who was presumably her father yells at my back, "HEY! Who the hell are YOU?! Get back here, dammit!!!" Just as he was stomping angrily toward me, I made it out the door screaming all the way to my car and got the hell outta there before he could get to me. Since we both lived in the same town and had some mutual acquaintances, we ran into each other several times after this. She went back to ignoring me, luckily, but not before I told my buddies what a mental patient she had turned out to be.

Originally posted by MrKnobs Since you asked (sort of), I will surprise you with a non-judgemental reply: I'd say the moral of your story is, "Until you make your subconscious conscious, you'll continue to be surprised by what happens to you and call it bad luck." Oh, absolutely true. I didn't realize how badly I wanted out of that relationship, and purposely (albeit unconsciously) found ways to sabotage it. That wasn't the only time I did that, just the only time I got caught, at least with her. Of course, I'm married to the right girl now, and would never dream of cheating on her.

Originally posted by MrKnobs Are you sure that's the real moral of the story? Terry D. What would you say the moral of the story is?

Alright, I'll join in... One night after a gig, I brought our mailing list girl (who was quite sexy, which is why she was the mailing list girl in the first place) back to my apartment for some fun. My fiance' decided to pay me a visit at 4:00 AM while we were going at it on the living room couch. I hear the key in the lock, the door opens, and there's my fiance'. Let's just say she was unhappy with what she saw. This was 3 weeks before we were supposed to get married. Needless to say the wedding was called off, which in retrospect was the best thing that could have happened. Moral of the story: never give your significant other the keys to your place!