I vowed to be on my own for a while after things ended with the WIZARD - take some time to focus on work, read some books, go to the gym....that lasted two weeks. Enter BOOM BOOM.
BOOM BOOM is in a really great drummer I've been friends with for a while, although no flirting has ever taken place til recently. He's endearing, to say the least - beautiful blue eyes, homemade haircut, a bit shorter than me, a speech impediment, and the most ridiculous fashion sense you've never imagined.
He came to one of my shows, citing that he loves my band. Maybe it was the sudden attention from him, but when he walked in, I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. He was wearing blue one-piece ski suit and pink sunglasses. Truly adorable. I scooted over to him when we finished playing and it seemed clear he was thinking about sleeping with me too.
The next night I had another show, which BOOM BOOM also attended. Afterward, we shared a glass of whiskey and talked about music. The top button of my blouse kept coming undone, and he finally said, "I'll consider that an invitation." We hailed a cab and went to his place.
In his bedroomm, he put on an album of Cambodian children's songs and we got right to it. My shirt obviously came off easily, and his glow-in-the-dark camouflage sweatshirt came off with some ease as well. It was late-night, somewhat-drunk sex. Not great, but I could sense the potential. We went at it a couple times before I announced that I was going to walk home.
HIM: No. You can't leave now. It's motherfucking cuddle time.
ME: But your apartment's cold.
HIM: Here. Put this on and come sleep next to me.
BOOM BOOM handed me a hot pink PEPSI sweatshirt, so I snuggled up next to him, listening to the screeching sounds of those Cambodian kids.
