A recent post by Abby reminded me of something that happened to me when I was a teenager.
I was 18, and in 3 bands. Bass players were in sort supply.
Members of one of these bands had moved off to Uni in London, and they called me up for a gig in their student bar. When I got there they gave me a rapid rundown on people I might bump into, most of which went in one ear and out of the other.
Drinks were bought and gear set up.
People started to arrive.
Then a girl started talking to me. She was half Italian and certainly the most beautiful thing my teenage eyes had ever seen.
She was a guitarist, and we talked music and guitars for a while. I showed her The Baby, my beautiful custom made bass. She was suitably impressed.
I was in love - or at least what passes for love with 18 year old boys.
But in the back of my mind was a voice, telling me that I should remember something about this girl - she was one of the people I had been told something about...
But we talked, drank, discussed the pros and cons of split humbucker pickups...
Then another girl joined us.
The Italian beauty looked at me and introduced her.
"She is my girlfriend."