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I don't see a problem telling road stories. The only reason I can see is if you don't want your wife/girlfriend to know your torrid past, and I'm not worried about that. I've been telling my wife road stories since before we were married. She's very cool!

I'll give everyone else a chance to chime in, and if there aren't any more posts in the next few hours I'll tell another one myself.

There have got to be more great stories out there! Let's hear 'em!

Originally posted by MrKnobs My friend, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but you're obviously "some kind of f*cking nice guy." On a serious note, years ago a shrink explained to me that whatever situation a person grows up in as a child, that feels like love to them. So that's what they're looking for in a relationship. Sad? Yes. Useful? Terribly. Terry D. Well, I don't really know how to use such information...in the words of Popeye, I yam what I yam. Luckily, my wife of 7 years is very happy with me just the way that I yam.

Originally posted by Psychotronic 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. I had a chick with a similar attitude once in Oregon. She was a very hot redhead, and I have a soft (or is that HARD?) spot for redheads. Anyway, she and her friend come to the hotel and "kidnap" me and another guy from the band. When we get back to her place, she takes me in one room, and the other couple go in the other room. The girl and I have what I believe to be a great time, and I'm really pouring it on, so she'll come back for more. I was really hoping to have a lot more of her in the future, as we were going to be in town for a week. I gave her the best I had, and felt like a real stud afterwards. A couple of days later her friend is at the club, but not her...I'm asking where she is, is she coming out this week, etc. and the girl keeps dodging, making lame excuses, etc. I'm starting to wonder about her...I know I was great, she came like crazy, we had a great time...what the hell's going on? She told her friend, who told the other band member...and it got back to me what was up. I was TOO NICE and TOO GOOD! Can you believe that? It turns out that she was feeling really low, and wanted to be abused, in her words "hate {censored}ed"...and she picked the wrong guy for that. I'd never heard of anything like that before, or since. She really liked me, and felt guilty because that wasn't what she wanted...she didn't want to like me...she said it was like {censored}ing her brother...I wonder how she knew that? SCARY stuff!

I have a lot more stories, but I didn't really see the demand for more. I can post again if there's an interest. I do have road stories that aren't so much about groupies if there's an interest there for them.

Okay, here's a quick one...it was in mid '94, and we were playing a small town in South Dakota. The place we were playing was a bar, but it was attached to a cafe. While we were playing I kept noticing this young redhead walking through, and made eye contact with her a few times, but I didn't speak to her at all. At the end of the night, the drummer and I go to a "party" with a chick, who want to get nasty with the drummer. She says her roomate didn't come out, but she'd still be up, and was always game for a party, and she'd go for me easily. We get to her place, where I meet the roomie, and I see why her friend said she would go for me. She was quite a hefty gal, not particularly pretty, and probably wasn't too picky...a band guy was probably better than she was used to. Now bear in mind that I have nothing against hefty gals, (I'm married to one, in fact) but most guys probably aren't lining up for a turn, if you know what I mean. I don't remember her name, so I'll just call her Rhonda. Anyway, I figure I'll hang out for a while and then I'd bail while the drummer got his freak on. I don't really care for Rhonda, but she's obviously ready for me. The gals want to play Truth or Dare, and I was thinking "this is not my style" but played along while I finished my beer. What it came down to is I had to go down on Rhonda for 30 seconds, and I wasn't close to finishing the beer yet. I do my duty for the 30 secs, and then I come up for air...chug the beer, and announce that I've had enough. The girl we rode with is a bit peeved and won't drive me back to the band's motel, so I start walking. It's a small town, so the motel isn't too far, but I'm not sure exactly which direction. I figure I could go back towards the bar, and then the direction to the motel would look familiar. I get about halfway back when a car comes down towards me and passed by. I never even looked to see who was driving, since I didn't recognize the car. It was a black '70s Monte Carlo, and after it passed it did a U-turn and came up next to me. Driving that black Monte was the redhead I'd been making eyes at at the club. She offers me a ride, which I gratefully accept. She says she couldn't be seen talking to me at the bar, because she works in the cafe and isn't 21, so she can't be in the bar at all, except as she's passing through on an errand or something. She said she really liked the band, and really liked me. I thanked her for the kind words about the band and told her I'd been eyeing her all night, which she said she'd noticed. She drove us to her sister's apartment, and it turns out her sister wouldn't be home from work for the next few hours and she had a key so we could use it for a while to get accquainted. We got very accquainted, and then we showed each other a very good time. When she dropped me off at the motel the guys had been very worried about me. It turns out that the drummer didn't have such a good time at the party after I left, as my exit made things really uncomfortable for him. The girls didn't want to "party" separately, and the drummer wasn't much interested in doubling up...Rhonda didn't trip his trigger either, I suppose. Anyway, he got a ride back to the motel, and expected to find me there, so he could tease me about my illustrious 30 seconds, but got concerned when I wasn't. There was a big smile on my face, and looks of envy on everyone else's when they saw my redhead kissing me goodbye outside the room. Out of the 5 of us (4 players +soundtech) I was the only one to have a good time that night.

I just found this thread today, and read it all with tremendous interest. I was also looking for the female perspective when BndGrl (sp) started in. Let's hear YOUR adventures! I was a road dog 10 years ago, and I have a lot of stories, but I'm hesitant lest my writing be compared to Knobs'. A question, too....if I do post, how graphic should I get?