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    dearbennichols: I’m calling this week’s post from Adriana Adriana’s First Time, because I would equate the epicness of the first time one has sex to the epicness of meeting Ben Nichols for the first time, but maybe that’s just me…. Well this is probably the story I should have started with. The one y’all are dying to hear, right? Here it is. The story of my first time talking to Ben Nichols. See that pretty girl up there on Ben’s left? (Your right) That’s my baby sister. She is taller than me, but I’m still meaner. But I owe her one. Without her, I never would have talked to Ben. Katy lives in Detroit. She and I were both dealing with our shitty break ups and I was driving up to see her just about every weekend. This particular weekend, the Revival Tour, before it was the Revival Tour, rolled into town. Chuck Ragan, Ben Nichols, Joshua English. Yes, please! It was at this amazing place called The Magic Stick. It’s a bowling alley downstairs, and upstairs it’s a pool hall/venue. Awesome, right? Anyway, at this point I was full on head over heels for Ben and just thinking about speaking to him broke me out in a cold sweat. Katy kept pushing me to “just go say hi, you asshole”, but I was petrified. Who the fuck was I? What the hell could I possibly have to say to Ben Nichols? I AM SO LAME AND AWKWARD. Sister to the rescue. That bitch. She walks up to him, sitting at the bar, and tells him that she knows Brad from Cincinnati (of my tattoo artist fame), and he did a pretty sweet tattoo on her sister and he should go say hey. She walks back to me with the smuggest look I have ever seen on another human being’s face. I hated her. But I knew what I had to do. I walked up to the bar, and ordered a beer. I took a deep breath, and a deeper swig. I turned to Ben and said, “So…I heard you met my sister…” He breaks out in that big grin and says he did, and introduces himself to me. LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BENJAMIN NICHOLS. He asks about Brad and what he tattooed on me. Umm, well…I lift up my shirt (on the side, you pervs) and show him my ribs. There, in all it’s 3.5 hours of excruciating painful glory, is my Nobody’s Darling tattoo. He starts nodding his head and says, “That deserves a high five.”I melt. We chat for a few and I tell him to have a good show. And he did. And for the record, Chuck Ragan was pretty damn amazing as well. Being there with my sister was just the fucking cherry on top, you know?So there you have it. It was definitely not the last time Ben and I spoke, or even the funniest. But it was such a sweet, little thing. 

    dearbennichols:

    I’m calling this week’s post from Adriana Adriana’s First Time, because I would equate the epicness of the first time one has sex to the epicness of meeting Ben Nichols for the first time, but maybe that’s just me….

    Well this is probably the story I should have started with. The one y’all are dying to hear, right? Here it is. The story of my first time talking to Ben Nichols. See that pretty girl up there on Ben’s left? (Your right) That’s my baby sister. She is taller than me, but I’m still meaner. But I owe her one. Without her, I never would have talked to Ben. 

    Katy lives in Detroit. She and I were both dealing with our shitty break ups and I was driving up to see her just about every weekend. This particular weekend, the Revival Tour, before it was the Revival Tour, rolled into town. Chuck Ragan, Ben Nichols, Joshua English. Yes, please! It was at this amazing place called The Magic Stick. It’s a bowling alley downstairs, and upstairs it’s a pool hall/venue. Awesome, right? Anyway, at this point I was full on head over heels for Ben and just thinking about speaking to him broke me out in a cold sweat. Katy kept pushing me to “just go say hi, you asshole”, but I was petrified. Who the fuck was I? What the hell could I possibly have to say to Ben Nichols? I AM SO LAME AND AWKWARD. Sister to the rescue. That bitch. She walks up to him, sitting at the bar, and tells him that she knows Brad from Cincinnati (of my tattoo artist fame), and he did a pretty sweet tattoo on her sister and he should go say hey. She walks back to me with the smuggest look I have ever seen on another human being’s face. I hated her. But I knew what I had to do. 

    I walked up to the bar, and ordered a beer. I took a deep breath, and a deeper swig. I turned to Ben and said, “So…I heard you met my sister…” He breaks out in that big grin and says he did, and introduces himself to me. LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BENJAMIN NICHOLS. He asks about Brad and what he tattooed on me. Umm, well…I lift up my shirt (on the side, you pervs) and show him my ribs. There, in all it’s 3.5 hours of excruciating painful glory, is my Nobody’s Darling tattoo. He starts nodding his head and says, “That deserves a high five.”

    I melt. 

    We chat for a few and I tell him to have a good show. And he did. And for the record, Chuck Ragan was pretty damn amazing as well. Being there with my sister was just the fucking cherry on top, you know?

    So there you have it. It was definitely not the last time Ben and I spoke, or even the funniest. But it was such a sweet, little thing. 

     

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