I'm a music lover and I go to a number of live shows. I'm really into singer/songwriters types, but I'm also into the indie rock scene as well. A couple of years ago I went to a music festival and I was introduced to a band that I fell in love with. Rootsy rockers with Christian undertones. Now, I'm an atheist, but I've always said "great music and lyrics can be about anything," so it never bothered me that some of their music was rather 'Jesusy'. When I first started listening, they'd been around for about a decade, but weren't big yet. They did a huge tour, opening for one of the premier crossover acts in the world and then they started appearing on Leno, Letterman, Kimmel and the like. It was fun as a die-hard fan to watch this band take off. I'd gotten the chance to meet and talk to them several times and they are very down-to-earth great guys; their lead guitarist and I always joking around and having some fun conversations about sports, music...whatever. Very nice people.

Their lead singer...well, I've always said I'd leave my husband for him....I think I mean it too. He's married and has been for a while, but, OH. HOLY. SHIT. Is he ever sexy! He's not what you'd a 'pretty boy'. He's manly, rugged, and just oozes sex from his pores. Even his gruff  voice sends shivers through my body. He's got a couple of tattoos and he's just - WOW! Problem is, every time I get a chance to talk to him, I can't. My nerves get the best of me, I stammer and shake and I look like a 16-year-old fan girl who just wants to hump his leg. Our encounters have always been awkward, at best. Still, everyone knows how much I lust over this man; it's never been a secret. He's insanely sexy and he's the lead singer for my favorite band - and yes, I've been all over the entire east coast, NYC to Florida (and beyond), seeing their shows. Obsessed.

So last week I had tickets to see them headline and I was stoked. Was meeting some friends for the show, but I had early access, so I separated from them and got into the venue early. Another friend, Jane, had already snuck in and was front row and saved me a spot. Scooted in next to her and waited for the show. First act...brilliant; love them. Now it was our band. We're both huge fans and both have massive crushes on the LS (lead singer). They come out and kill it. Just crush it. Now the LS has a habit of picking one girl and making major eye contact the whole show. That night it looked to be Jane, but then he noticed that Jane and I were together and by 4 or 5 songs in, I was getting the sexy stares and winks too. Um, hell yeah! Girls around us were asking if we knew him and we were like "kinda", since we had met him prior. After the show he walked to the edge of the stage and grabbed our hands, Jane grabbed his pic, and then he retreated back stage.

Jane and I know they always do autograph signings by their bus post-show, so we head to where they were parked. It was drizzling, so there wasn't a huge crowd there. Some of my other friends were there waiting as well, so I chatted with them again. After waiting a couple minutes I hear Jane start to go nuts. I look up and she's pushing her phone at me saying "I'd tweeted LS right before the set...LOOK!" He had just sent her a direct message on Twitter asking "Do you want to hang out?"

"What are you going to say? Say yes!" I said.

She DM's back, "What do you have in mind?"

After a few minutes he replies with, "I want to see what you think of the new music and see what you look like naked."

We both stand there in shock. He's married and the band touts their Christian upbringing and morals. WHAT THE FUCK?!? About this time another friend of Jane's, Emma, joins us. Now Jane is very pretty...medium height, long black hair, very thin, Italian, stylish...Emma is probably 300 pounds, bad skin, etc. She shows Emma and they proceed to tell me about the last time they saw LS and he hit on Jane, giving her his email, etc.  Jane still hasn't responded so he messages back, "hello". She's still deciding on what to say because she wants to do something with him, but she doesn't want to feel cheap.

After a few minutes the lead guitarist, and basically the face of the band is out and is over talking to us. He and I are discussing religion of all things and we look up and there's LS just staring at us. Not pissed, just observing. It's obvious LS and lead guitarist are a little drunk, but whatever. So I finish my conversation, hug the LG bye and LS walks straight over to me...remember, we're awkward around each other...and yes, they do remember me from previous meetings. He gives me a hug and a wink and does the same to Jane. Kinda nods toward Emma. Jane asks how he is and he says good and gives her a once over look and then he asks me how I am. I say that I'm well and he gives me the same look and then acts like he's about to start talking to Jane and snaps back to me and stares me down with this dead sexy look.

"So are you have a good time tonight, honey", he asks me.

"Yeah."

"Good...good." Still looking me up and down.

I'm not dressed provocative. Skinny jeans, black crop sweater with a camisole under and a wrap cardigan and black boots. Stylish and cute, but not sexy...also, believing that nothing would ever happen, I haven't shaved in 4 days and I need a bikini wax.

I give him a smile, like 'you bastard. of all nights to come on to me...I really am so unprepared.'

He glances at Jane and back to me, "you sisters?"

"What?"

"Are you sisters?," he asks again, smiling devilishly.

Me, being an idiot, had no idea where he was going with this says "no, just friends. Met at your show a year ago."

"That's too bad. Sister are a lot of fun."

Again, what the fuck!

Conversation continues and he's focused on Jane and I, completely ignoring Emma. She seems okay with this since she's completely amused by his over-the-top flirting/come on's towards Jane and I. At one point we are arguing about music and he calls me arrogant and cocky and I call him a dick.

"I'm not cocky, you're just a dick," I tease.

"It's okay, I like cocky and I'm sure you like..." and started smiling. I blushed this time.

After a while his security guys were telling him it was time to go. He argued he didn't want to and refused to leave for a good addition ten minutes. Before the grabbed him and forced him to leave, he suggested photos. I've taken a dozen photos with this man...all have been awful because I'm too busy trying not too look like a fool that I end up looking like one anyway. Plus, he refuses to smile in photos...he just doesn't do it. So, he takes his pic with Jane and then grabs my waist. I put my finger in his face and say "only if you smile". "Oh, I will. It'll be a big one, too," he says back.

As Emma is trying to figure out my camera he whispers in my ear, "still sure you're not sisters? Really like sisters."

"I'll be whatever you want me to be if you just fucking smile, k?" I tell him.

Emma interrupts to take the photo and he snatches my camera from her and says for me to look at the it. "See, I smiled, remember that for next time,' he says with a wink and then smacks my ass. LS starts to walk off and I call for him to come back because he still needs to do a photo with Emma; poor girl, he's completely neglected her the whole time. He quickly does. Hugs Jane and I and he's gone.

We're standing there trying to digest everything and Jane's phone buzzes again. LS with his hotel and room number begging to see her. She tells me I should go and all I can think about is how I'm not going in the shape I'm in. She stalls with him and he tells her "I'm sorry if I blew it by coming on to your friend; you're both so hot. I want you both." Anyway, it goes on and on. I have no idea if she ever went to his room or not...I thought about finding a convenience store and buying a razor and shaving in my car, but then how desperate is that?!?

Our photo together is my profile pic on Facebook and everyone has commented that LS looks like he was up to something; I wish I could tell them what. I mistakenly told my husband about what happened, thinking he would find it amusing. Not so much. I'm still in the "WTF, ya'll are supposed to be good Christian boys" thought about it all and yes, completely kicking myself. Omni. Room 413. WTF was I thinking. Idiot. Mostly though, when I'm at their shows and their little fan girls go "Don't you just love Jesus!" I want to say "no...and uh, get him drunk and he loves pussy more than Jesus too."