HOW WE FIRST MET: I am the singer in a local hard rock band called Live Evil. This is a band which I created in my head when I was 13 years old in the attempt to be considered cool and get a girlfriend. Back then I was short, fat, had braces, being a rockstar was my only chance. I began writing songs, 120 of them from the ages of 13 to 17, and also mapped out Live Evil's entire career. I named tours, decided which songs would go on which albums, even created a Saturday morning cartoon for NBC to air when we'd be famous. The only drawbacks? I was extremely shy so never asked anyone to join Live Evil. For 19 years, I remained the only member.
At the age of 32 I finally formed the band. We're a cross between Motley Crue and Spinal Tap as some songs I wrote turned out to be funny. Mind you, I never wanted them to be, I thought I was writing hit songs but, it turns out, a 13 year old French boy had no idea how to live like Nikki Sixx (bassist of Motley Crue.)
We had written a hard rock musical based on my life and the band and been chosen to be in the 2007 San Francisco Fringe Festival. The musical, titled, The Heavy Metal Playground, won two awards - Best New Musical and The Best of the Fringe. Winning meant that we were allowed to present the show one extra night.
That night, as I was backstage, I was a mix of emotion. First off, I was excited because we had won a great award and the house was packed. Second, a little buzzed from the celebratory drinks backstage. Lastly, I was also bitter. A girl I was dating had just broken up with me. I hated love at that moment.
I peaked out into the house and saw a very hot blonde sitting in the front row with some guy and remember thinking "who's that guy? Why does he get to date such a girl? Love sucks." Thus, when the show began and as it lead into the first song I decided to take my revenge on "love." I should mention that the first song is titled Blow Me. It's the first song I ever wrote at 13, my version of the Crue's Girls, Girls, Girls. It's kinda sexist.
I climbed on this hot blonde's seat and basically sang her the song with my crotch in her face. What could they do? Nothing. I was onstage, the writer, producer and actor in an award winning musical. May I mention I am not typically an asshole? Thanks.
Anyway, the show ends and the entire cast is on stage or in the house, speaking with friends. The guy who was with the blonde comes and buys a Live Evil t-shirt and couple of minutes later, so does the blonde. "I just sold a t-shirt to your boyfriend" I say. To which she responds "He's not my boyfriend, I just met that guy tonight. And you should sign this", at which points she pulls down her shirt and she asks me to sign her breast.
At the time, I was an antique dealer. Things like that don't happen to antique dealers often (read: never.) Four and half years later, we are engaged to be married this July 14th. And have never told our parents how we really met.