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Click to viewThe first time I heard the Doors I was a Freshman in College. A group of friends and I got trashed in an apartment off campus owned by a guy named Mark who fancied himself a writer and was obsessed by his girlfriend back in Milwaukee. Looking back he was a complete asshole. I'm not just saying that because he was lousy in bed (at least from what I remember of it.) His writing was pathetic, pedantic and self aggrandizing.
He lent over one night and put his hand up to my cheek and played with my hair while we listened to the Doors.
Of course since he was an asshole and completely emotionally unavailable I fell for him and let him take advantage of me. That's how I like my men, completely emotionally unavailable.