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Memphis/1998/2-day outdoor music fest...

This was my 3rd or 4th date with a radio DJ. He was a bit of a rock-star-whore (always wanting to meet/hang-out/get autographs with musicians). His shift was 8pm-midnight. He asked me to spend the weekend with him. I said that I would.

Friday afternoon/evening was super-cool. Good music! Good drinks! Good times! He hosted his radio show live from the music fest. By the time the last band finished playing, it was almost 2am.

I *assumed* that we would leave at this point. But he said he wasn't going to leave bc he wanted to hang out with some of the musicians instead. He didn't have a backstage pass, so, he was just going to loiter until he saw someone. I tried to talk him into leaving, but it was useless. I was kinda upset bc I rode there with him, and now I felt stranded.

At some point, the fairgrounds told us that we had to get off the property. BUT, he still didn't want to go home and miss an opportunity to possibly meet a musician, so, he said we were going to hang-out on the public streets outside of the fairgrounds. Yes, I was really pissed-off now! We're in downtown Memphis at 3am!!!! It was dark and dirty and scary. If I had seen a cab, I would've flagged one down. If I had a cell phone, I would've called someone to come and get me! If I wasn't too d*mn scared to be by myself, I would've left on my own!!!!

So, I sat down on the streets and whined and pouted and cried. Yes, I did. I tried to tell him that it was too late to meet anyone that night, but he wasn't convinced. He said he also wanted to meet the ones that might show up very early for Saturday's shows too.

I was exhausted, so I did my best to prop myself up against a building and almost (but not quite) fell asleep a few times. It rained softly, so I was soaked and cold. And except for the 2 homeless guys I could see a couple blocks away, the streets were empty.

:o(

When downtown started waking up that morning, and people were finally showing up again and I was no longer scared to be by myself, I told him never to call me again, I left, and I called a cab to come get me and take me home.

Later, I listened to his radio show that night to see if he says anything about our "adventure". Well, he DID. And, he totally slammed ME!!! He identified me, described me as a b*tch, and totally ratted-me-out for everyone in town to hear. He made-up a bunch of stuff that made me sound like a very horrible person too. I was absolutely mortified.