Andrew wasn’t necessarily ’wild’ in his twenties, but he sure lived his life. His music career was starting to take off a bit and he was going to all kinds of different places. He did new things and even tried new things. Admittedly woke up with a massive hangover a few days…

He liked the life he had. But with this life, most people might assume there’s a lot of hookups and pointless sex. He wasn’t one for that. He preferred to be in a relationship.

As his ‘mid-youth-crisis’ died down, he found himself wanting someone. And he found that someone one night at a bar. You.

You didn’t care about anything, probably because you were on your way to white girl wasted, but he didn’t care all that much. He was doing a show in New York and his friends invited him out to a bar after the show, which is where he found you.

You weren’t scared to misbehave and he liked you. You weren’t like the other women that tried to get with him. That were all goody two shoes and listened to rules like it was life or death. You were loud, outspoken and shamelessly yourself. And you looked damn good doing it.

He just didn’t know how the hell he’d be able to come up to you and talk to you. He usually tried to be smooth to talk to a girl at the bar. Key word: tried. But he found himself actually nervous around you. He was probably about as drunk as you at this point because now he was walking up to you, his nerves on fire but the beer loosened him up a bit,

“Hey… Ehm, you’re really pretty. D’you… maybe, ehm, i dunno… wanna dance?”