Mmmm, groupies.
Droool
Not all groupies are “droool” unfortunately.
When I worked at the Opryland theme park on the train, we always had groupies. Of course they were underaged. Thankfully, though, they weren’t cute so that helped this dirty old man supress his rock star urges 
Uh… when I was a senior in High School, there was this one Freshman kid who, for some reason or another, worshipped the ground I walked on. He often went out of his way to talk to me (well, that’s fine), offered to give me money every day (which I usually declined…), and, well, offered to do menial tasks for me. I realized just how gone this kid was when he randomly knelt down to wash some mud off my shoes.
Does that count as a “groupie”?
Well yeah,SPOOFE, it does. But I was using “had” in more the ‘bibical’ sense.
I was looking for someone who might’ve been the beneficiary of fan enthusiasm, but not the star her/ him self. :o
mangeorge - not to hijack your thread or anything, but did you know your location is listed as “BerkeKey”? I’m wondering if that’s a typo or deliberate.
That’s odd. I know it hasn’t always been like that.
Thanks, LifeOnWry.
When I was senior editor at my university’s student newspaper, one of the entertainment writer’s was constantly hailing me as a “god.” He seemed endlessly impressed with my ability to come up with simple, lazy solutions to seemingly difficult, work-intensive tasks.
On the other hand, he could’ve been just yanking my chain.
My high school basketball team had an undefeated season my junior year, and it was basically the greatest thing to ever happen to my town- we were always on TV, we got free meals and all that. And, of course, the groupies. When you’re in English class with a “Star” basketball player, apparently, that’s an exciting time, especially if you’re a nubile, young, morally (and literally) flexible young woman. I was only too willing to allow a few of the ladies to bask in the glow of my reflected glory. And I wasn’t even that good.
Anyway, I had (and HAD) a few groupies in my day. And it was beautiful.
I’ve actually had a groupie experience of the sort mangeorge is looking for, sort of. A friend’s band was on the verge of going regional, playing out from Toronto to Boston. When they were home, they drew pretty big crowds. One night, he gave me a ride to one of his shows, and decided that I needed to get laid ( I had been in a relationship that ended badly). After the show, he introduced me a girl at the bar and told her that I was going to buy her a drink. It turned into an even worse relationship for me, actually.
Being one of the few foreigners in a rural town in Japan, getting a groupie or two is almost inevitable. Fortunately, mine were female. Unfortunately, they were my students (a no-no). More unfortunately, they were underage (a big no-no).
So while I’ve had groupies, I’ve never “had” groupies.
Where’s Aha?
I ran a radio station, and I’ve been a white guy in Asia. I guess the answer would be yes.
Yes.
I love rock and roll.
I learned to play guitar in high school because I believed that guitar players got chicks. It’s true! Fortunately, Mrs. NCUN does not read this forum (do you dear?) so I can say: Many’s the time I had a short-term interaction with a female fan–and my bands were never famous or anything.
Of course, now that I’m married I don’t do that sort of thing any more, but the memories are nice (most of 'em). Every once in a while we had to leave town immediately after finishing the final set, but that was always the drummer’s fault.
A friend of mine was the guitar player/singer in a pretty good garage band (toured and everything) in the 70’s. I could not believe the wimmen! Everywhere. And not just underage. The band wasn’t rich enough to afford that. Actually, the young ones were simply a no no.
Anyway, I was always on the “list”, and these girls would hang around the bouncer area and practically jump anyone so honored. And if the lead singer acknowledged you, be ready.
Empty sex. Yep. 
Yeah, I had one of those, as well. I don’t know what I did that was so cool, but this one kid seemed to think everything I did was worthy of worship.
Of course, his junior year in high school, he shot himself (didn’t survive), so I guess that goes to show you - don’t pay attention to anything I do.
I used to manage and book a bunch of bands up here in New England. Mostly clubs.
Those chicks are everywhere, even on that level. I call them The Bimbo Brigade.