Tomorrow night, I’m going to a concert. It made me think of the time when I met a girl at a concert years ago. Her idiot boyfriend dropped her off and couldn’t be bothered to pick her up, so I gave her a ride home. She was grateful that I could give her a ride. Her boyfriend didn’t like metal. I figured “why not,” and gave her my number in case she wanted to talk about our favorite bands and life in general, and maybe arrange a date. She never called. I always wondered how it might have went had she invited me in. That might be fun to explore. So check this out. I drop you off at your place after a concert and you invite me in. It’s already late, and I have to work the next morning, but when is this gonna happen again? I follow you into your place, and we talk, and you kiss me, and we start getting hot and heavy. You’re telling me, “I just had to,” as we undress each other and start having sex. I doubt it would happen after the concert itself. But it would be fun to explore at the ranches.
