When I was eighteen, I went to see The Police in concert at The Variety Arts Theatre in Los Angeles. I was standing next to a hard core, but very attractive punk rocker--blonde spiked hair, tattoos, leather, the whole nine yards. After the second song, we looked at each other and started kissing. We kissed throughout the entire show and never said a word.
When the concert ended we both smiled, turned, and went our separate ways. It was sweet.
This is not him in the photo, but it may as well be.
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