This is completely bonkers of me, but what the hey right? I've wondered off and on for many years what might have happened if I hadn't been so closeted, and shy. I was 17 and just about to start my senior year at Viewpoint School in Calabasas. I went to the show alone that night because none of my friends who were fans of the band - Nirvana opened up for them - were around. I mention this point because without the peer pressure to dress hip I was dressed in my preppy dork uniform, which I think actually made me far more approachable. I had blond hair and blue eyes. Sometime during the show, I felt this tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there was this very cute boy - probably a year or two older, 18 or 19 - smiling widely at me. He put his hand up to say hi. He had reddish hair and wore glasses - I may or may not have been wearing mine; he looked something like Anthony Rapp. I'm sure my face turned extremely red. There was nothing further - at least that I remember - but I'm pretty sure he was saying to me: I like you. Well, I liked you too. And I bet you're still out there...somewhere, where dreams come true.