She had bought the tickets four months ago. Every day after, Quinn Davis spent time refining the plans in her head: how much for a beverage and merchandise budget, who she would take with her, and of course, her outfit. She had been listening to the headlining rock band, Ripped Stitches, since she was a teenager and couldn't wait to hear the songs that had captivated her during those stormy and uncertain years. Her love of hard rock in high school was also the inspiration for her career choice as a music therapist. As excited as Quinn was to see her favorite band, she was also super stoked to see the opening local band, Puddle of Blood; their music was explosive and she loved listening to it on her way to work, but she also had a secret crush on their large lead singer, Robbie Kane.
I loved R. From the moment I met him in person after a few weeks of communicating on an internet dating site, I loved him. For our first date he came to my house and we took my dog for a walk in the first snow of that year. It was magical almost, this guy who I couldn't stop checking out was obviously having a good time with me and we were both enjoying each other's company.
At age 18, I knew what the word 'pedophile' meant. I was book smart, mature for my age. When I actually met one though, let's call him D, the thought never occurred that this man only liked me because of how much younger I was than he. He was 42. It started on the internet; I was basically pawned off on him by the guy I wouldn't sleep with. Our relationship started out OK, as far as making each other laugh and physical attraction is concerned, but things got rocky when he came to visit me from two provinces away. I was denied the sparkly 'first time' that no girl can forget. I wish I could forget. We got a hotel room, I wanted it and I guess I liked it until it ended with a punch to the stomach "in case I was pregnant..." Because, yeah, it totally works that way. NOT.