A random stranger made me w**t at The Weeknd’s concert and I didn’t even try to stop him …three months later we’re still together
I went to The Weeknd’s concert in New York last weekend to forget everything. The stadium was packed, the music was loud, and the second the lights dropped for the encore the whole place shook. Bodies pressed tight, the bass living in my chest.
During one of his biggest songs a tall guy behind me leaned in and said, “You know every word, huh?”
“Obviously. I’m a real fan.”
He laughed close to my ear. Minutes later we were moving together. His hands settled on my waist, then firmer when the beat dropped. He pulled me back against him so I felt the full length of him through thin fabric.
“Tell me if I’m getting too close,” he whispered.
I turned my head, smiled, and said, “I haven’t complained yet.”