Artist Fetish

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Dear WISY,

I almost don’t even want to send this in but it’s a burden on me and I’ve written to other advice columns before and they haven’t been much help.  So let me stop wasting time and cut to the chase (big sigh).  I am a successful, young entrepreneur and I have an artiste fetish.  I call it that because I get excited when I hear artistes are coming to my city and I do whatever I can to meet them and “greet” them…with my body.  It doesn’t matter what type of music they sing, I have a thing for a man with a mic.

Here is a scenario of what I go through:  I look out for tour schedules online and then wait for the confirmation that the artiste will in fact be in my city and then I set out a plan as to what I’m going to do to get their attention.  I find the ones that play in lounge or club venues are more accessible and I will usually reserve a table in VIP and pop bottles like a baller – no men, just me and a close friend.  The artistes usually prefer to approach a quiet, laid back female rather than a screaming, all out groupie.  So, I always pull their attention.  They probably wonder who this chick is holding her own in VIP, popping bottles bigger or equivalent to theirs.  Oh, I forgot to mention that my hair, make-up (professionally done), nails and outfit are always on point; nothing too trashy though.  A classy look will take you all the way.   

It usually starts with a glance and a smile and then it moves on to me sending them a bottle (boss move).  Then they come over to thank me and end up having a seat.  I act like I’m not impressed by their fame and they say and do whatever they can to make me impressed.  After a few drinks and some tipsy dialogue, I’m on the way to their room (but not after I offer to have him ride in my limo – yes, I hire a car service too!) and a couple hours of artiste fetish bliss. 

The night usually ends with me checking my phone and pretending to have something or someone to rush off to.  He usually asks me to stay a little longer and I decline and kiss him on the forehead and say “it’s been real.”  This one guy insisted on flying me out to the next show with him and I told him I had my business to attend to.  He was floored by my response and somehow managed to find the address of my business and sent me flowers the next day – flattering, yes, but not what I want.

After they leave town, I don’t hunt them down or anything like that.  I get a thrill out of having them while a million other girls wish they could.  I get a thrill out of being “that girl he left with”.  I don’t do it for money or fame.  I do it because of the high it puts me on. 

Herein lies the problem.  I have come across “a man with a mic” that is pursuing me and I am beginning to fall for him.  I am afraid that word will get around in the industry that I am the classy groupie.  I don’t want him to find out about all the artistes I’ve slept with and the manner in which I left them.  He’ll probably realize that what I did to him is what I’ve done to many others.  He’ll probably realize that what I did to him is just a part of my plot and he will undoubtedly be disgusted and leave me.

Should I back away from him before it gets too serious and spare us both the potential hurt and embarrassment or should I just let the chips fall where they may?    

Signed,

ArtisteLover