That Groupie Thing

It's mid-September and I'm depressed. It won't be long before the long cold winter is upon me. I've lost the one thing that I was looking forward to, Michael's concert in Pittsburgh in November...



No, Michael, I don't blame you!
You've got your problems and you've gotta take care of them.
You are taking care of them, aren't you?!
I really am worried about you...

All of my fantasies of doing the groupie thing with Michael are now like dust in the wind...

I am not unexperienced in doing such things, I've had myself an internationally famous rock star once before, a drummer. I will not name any names. I have no regrets. It was fun, even though he was probably about the last rock star in the world that I would have chosen to have this sort of encounter with...

I know the score. I am not some star crazed teenager. I understand the meaning of a one night stand. I need no empty promises. I wish that the aforementioned drummer had realized that. His empty promises made me feel uncomfortable, because I knew what they were as he made them.

Could I have possibly have maintained this level of detachment from Michael?
It would be difficult, since I genuinely care about him.
I may never know...

I'll be off now to cry in my root beer...