So, it’s 2019, Mr Traumatik is on in Auckland, how good. It was around 10pm, I had lost all my mates and could feel the party favours kicking in so I was absolutely wildin’ in the mosh and clearly sending out a vibe. A man puts his arm around me, he’s cute, we immediately click. Mr Traumatik comes on stage with his saucy ass lyrics and apparently that really set the mood. Three songs in me and the boy are making out. By the fifth song, we had wandered out into the city to find a spot to continue this vibe that was brewing between us. We find an alleyway that seems pretty deserted and get down to business. It's fine, it's fun, it's casual, we finish up and I stand up to leave and hear cheering and applause above me. No. It cannot be. Apparently our ‘deserted’ alleyway was right below an apartment building, and about 15 men were out on their terrace looking down directly at us. Listen, I live to perform, so I stood up, dusted off the knees, and took a bow, then walked away and got in the Uber. Never spoke to that boy again but hope he's thriving. Only regret is missing the rest of the show tbh.