Tool, I when was 22. I was never a live music guy. Funny story though.
I was waiting tables at Red Lobster, busy night, I'm making pretty good money. I'm close the host stand when I hear this lady tell the manager, "anyone but Jeff, he very rude." I jumped in a took the table of 6. There was this semi attractive, goth/punk chick that flirted with me all night, and she left me her number in a napkin when they left. The grandma paid, so of course a $10 for like and $80 meal. Not the worst, but I was really good to them. So I took a chance, texted her, flirted a bit, and then asked if there was something at dinner. She said no, I told her about the tip and was so embarrassed, she offered to bring me $20 the next day while I was at work. I said no, knowing she would press it and finally accepted. She came, talked for a min, gave me the money. Almost as soon as she leaves, she texts me, asking me if I wanted to go see them. I did, the band was great, though Maynard's a weird fuck, and took back to her house, and made a little bit. She came over a few days later, and went straight to business. I let her tie my hands to the bed post and I'm thinking, alright, this is gonna be some kinky, hot, wild, goth sex. Nope never took her pants off, wouldn't even let me grab her pussy ( eh, eh (; ) She wouldn't me take my pants off or touch my cock. So we just made out again, shirts off, so I got to do shit with her tits. The kinkiest thing she did was rub ice over my body, which is obnoxious than hot. Suffice to say I never called her again.
