by a reformed Backstage Betty.
Last Thursday, I was feeling a little down so I went to a club with my friends. We danced and had fun. Next thing I know, this rock n roll boy had taken a shine to me. He was maybe 5’10", covered in tattoos and he kept begging me to be alone with him. He said he wanted to "show me something." Yeah, like I couldn’t guess what it was.
So after a few more drinks, it didn’t seem like a bad offer. So we locked ourselves in the one-seater bathroom upstairs. He dropped his pants and took off his shirt. He’d begged me all night to let him jerk off while he ‘tossed my salad.’ So I let him. I feel a little bit like a pervert, but the rest of me thought, " hmmm…. I didn’t know I liked that."
What the hell, I’ll be happy I fooled around when I actually do settle down with Mr. Right. Right?
I just wonder why it’s always rock n roll boys. I didn’t even see this guy’s band, so does that still make me a groupie?
August 26, 2000
Okay I’m over it. I just had a repeat one night stand with a hot rocker guy whose band passes through here every few months. The first time we did it—six months ago or so—was totally hot. We got naked and had sex on a balcony overlooking St. Charles Avenue. But this time, was terrible. I don’t know what happened.
I got so drunk I was an asshole. I turned into that half naked girl in the bar trying to get the attention of the guy who was making out with every OTHER girl in the place. Why ‘cuz he was a hot rock n roller? Yeah, I wanted the attention. I’ll admit it. I like being the center of attention of some guy who usually gets all of the attention. It’s like mild star-fucking—and I’m no better than a piece of star-struck Hollywood trash.
So I followed him around all night like some dumb Backstage Betty. Oh god. And we went home anyway. We had bad sex for 10 minutes and passed out. He left around 10 a.m. to go to a show in Chattanooga. I told him goodbye and then felt like dirt for the rest of the day.
It’s time for a change. I hope I remember how bad I feel right now the next time they come into town. Or when the next shiny-boy-object comes along. Frankly, one-night stands make me feel like totally trashy. Some girls can do it, and I thought I was one,but I guess was wrong.
I guess I fuck rock n roll boys because I somehow think it’s better and more interesting than the average guy on the street. Like I’m living some glorified or jet-set life because I garner the attention of low-level celebrities. Like I can roll out a calling card of all the people I’ve had sex with at my high-school reunion to impress the people I hated in ninth grade. Well, I’m over it. I’m swearing off musicians. At least a dork will buy me dinner before we do it. Won't he?
• The Backstage Betty in question noted... " You know, the guy I wrote about really was the last rock n roll guy I ever slept with-- and was my last one night stand. I 'm guessing I'm cured."•