Nothing dignified to say...

A man, in a dark, poorly lit room, with a guitar....
Why might that lead to the title of "nothing dignified to say"?

Because, dear blippers... This is the beautiful Clint Boge - former vocalist of The Butterfly Effect. One of my top five bands... And I am completely smitten with this divine example of a man.
I had to hold it together though, as, if you hadn't worked out already, I am a professional photographer, and I specialise in live music photography. Tonight I was on assignment at one of Clint's shows.
Now, I can put on the professionalism face when needed, but under the face is complete disarray. I've been in the industry a while now, and I still get star-struck.
Obviously tonight was one of those nights. But we sat and talked... All good.
We had a little bit of a jam sesh... Sweet.
.... Then...
Then I got serenaded.
Just him.
His guitar.
Me.
.... In a poorly lit room.
What could POSSIBLY go wrong with this super sneaky sexy sultry serenade?
Everything.
Everything could have gone wrong. I have a very specific type of man that I am attracted to.
Slightly bearded... Check.
Tattooed... Check.
Musician... Check.
Generally lovely... Check.
Dry sense of humour... Check.
It could have gone very bad.
But it didn't. HUZZAH. And I got a big squishy cuddle.

I have nothing dignified to say.
Excuse me while I shamelessly perv on the sex god get back to sorting out my photos ready to publish. Time's a-wastin'.