I haven't run into the Music Producer except maybe three times since breaking it off, mostly in unexpected situations looking my absolute worst. We are on friendly terms. He keeps me on his text message "blast list" about all the bands he produces and their local gigs.
I decided on Friday to go check out one of his bands whom I'd seen once before. I wondered if this was the equivalent of walking into a hot kitchen. I brought my girlfriend along and asked her to remove me if it seemed I was playing with fire. I went with no expectations. I had no idea if he was dating someone, if he was even going to be friendly with me since he would be outside of our usual coffee shop conversation territory.
And yes, I went for the Full Tilt Boogie --- to look my absolutely, lickety, delicious best. And I was willing to leave it at just that.
He turned out to be very attentive. It quickly became clear that I could go home with him that night should I chose to. He did start to sound like a broken record, talking about future plans (ie. you should come over for dinner on my roof sometime....blah...blah...blah.). I noticed he was becoming more and more eager as the band played on and when the invite to come over to have a drink on his roof came up, I decided to take advantage.
The roof was lovely in the warm summer air, part of me wished we had dated in the summer instead of the spring to enjoy the private roof deck access.
I enjoyed it that night, no strings attached. Very hot, very sexy, very carefree.
And that was that, my Full Tilt Boogie was satisfied....except I had to borrow a pair of sunglasses to take my walk of shame home the next morning in the bright sun light.
