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.