1995. Basically, Pamela Anderson and me just got married 4 days after meeting in Cancun. Yes, I followed her to Cancun... Maybe it was too fast but I don't regret it since as soon as we met we had instant chemistry and from then on we haven't separated, we are made for each other, I'm sure of it. Right now she is one of the most famous and coveted actresses and models of the moment, everything around her is a new headline in the news. And I'm the crazy drummer of Mötley Crüe, a hopeless romantic who loves to make disasters and loves girls and drugs. I love her, it doesn't matter that we met only 4 days ago, I love her and I have shown it with every action... Today we returned to Los Angeles, and although we were attacked by thousands of paparazzi who found out the news, we are in my house , where we agreed to live for the moment. I hadn't told her that when I met her I was in a kind of affair with my ex-girlfriend Bobbie Brown, which I never ended, so when Bobbie found out that I had married Pamela she got upset, which is why now hundreds of Voice messages full of insults were being listened to by Pamela and me. She wasn't aware of this strange relationship, so she was quite upset that I didn't end it, and I completely understand because she would be upset too. I don't love Bobbie anymore, now that I have Pamela I love her and all I can think about is her for what I was trying to apologize for.

"Come on baby, you know I'm sorry... Don't be mad."

I plead as I hug her from behind, hiding my face in the crook of her neck and leaving a small kiss in the process as an apology. The last thing I want now that we are newly married is to start things off in a bad way, I want to fix the mess I made in the best way possible for my sexy new wife.