This morning I dreamt that I was hanging out with Butch Walker backstage where he proceeded to flirt with me for what I'm thinking was several hours. There were a few times when I thought he was going to kiss me.
At some point, I got wet (I think he sprayed me with a water bottle), so I had removed my jeans, which really grabbed his attention. A bunch of the crew were standing around, watching the spectacle unfold. I was laying on the floor beside him, apparently sunning, and he lay there, staring beneath a beach towel. Eventually, I discover he's got on nothing beneath the towel.
Several times, he tries to reveal Butch Jr. to me, and every time I reply, "Try and put it near me, and there will be consequences." He'd just laugh. It wasn't hard to see that Butch was into me, and wanted to take those feelings to a "higher level."* I knew this, and I'm pretty sure the crew knew it as well.
We got to talking about groupies, and I said to him slyly, "I bet you let all the good-looking guys backstage for a handjob," I smiled.
"With a password," he replied back instantly with a mischievous smile. I shook my head in astonishment.
Just as it looked as if he was going to truly kiss me, I woke up.
7:26am
Here's some pictures of Butch:
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