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asked if she could speak with me privately. Shethen explained that she and her friend werelesbians and loved each other. She wanted tomake it clear that nothing was going to happenbetween us after we left the club. I told her that itwould be fine with me if we just went as friends.At the time, I couldn’t help but wonder if thegirls were actually lesbians, or if this was just aclever ploy to make sure things didn’t get out ofcontrol.We enjoyed the concert and then we allwent to my hotel room for a nightcap. Afterabout fifteen minutes, the drummer and the othergirl left for his hotel room. The remaining girl,the one who told me about being a lesbian, beganto cry. She put her arms around me and said, "Ilove her. I love her so much. I can't bear this.How could she leave me for a man?" I tried toconsole her, but I couldn’t help but think, "Wow,this drummer guy is really good. I thought he wasjust a bullshit artist, but he must really be a proat getting women into the sack." Then there wasa banging on my door. It was the other girl. Shewas crying. She threw her arms around me andbegan to wail. "For the first time in my life, I meta man who I thought I could love. I wanted to bewith him. I went to his room. We took off ourclothes and all he wanted to do was put on myunderwear." I spent the next hour hugging andconsoling two broken-hearted lesbians.146