I had decided to tell Ann about the Corral Show, and maybe even the WAIF shows. The Six Pistols had a show coming up Saturday night which I hadn’t even written yet. Maybe I’d bring Ann to WAIF and show her off? But no, that’d be a mistake. The studio itself would skeev her out, if the Pistols themselves didn’t. And all I needed was to get into a fight with Bob in front of her. Wouldn’t that be perfect?
Friday was a heady evening and moving in the same direction as our previous two dates. We went to dinner, then found ourselves making out in some abandoned parking lot somewhere. She had wanted to go home early. But not to get rid of me. Her mom was out for the evening and she thought we could relax at her place for a change.
While I couldn’t get far enough away from my own home, and would have never brought any girl there, Ann was eminently comfortable in her own home. Was it the security of the nest? Access to a full bar? Who knows. Chemistry and cutting jokes and a looming Six Pistol show were making me anxious. But anywhere with Ann, I felt I could relax.