Somewhere during my later college years I had a part time file clerk job in a small law office. This was roughly in the Precambrian Era before the time of Internships, when jobs worked by college students weren’t expected to be professional training for what they were studying. Although, in some ways, that job showed me a talent I never knew I had, namely, remembering under what pile of paper in whose office I had seen something, two and a half weeks ago. But anyway, the daughter of one of the partners was about the same age, cute as hell, and also working as a gofer for the summer. That, and the way she would have me collect the sorted mail from her lap to pass out to the attorneys, almost makes me wonder if she was flirting. :).
Years later the lead singer of the band I was in said my guitar solos “got to him”. How cool is that? I don’t think I’m actually a terribly good lead player, rather I’m better at the fills and chords. The later story of that band is too bad; we had jettisoned the other guitarist, who was musically very much in the way, and were coalescing into a tight unit–then the singer, on a visit back East, got busted for a bar fight and put away for nearly a year on assault.