Okay, the show is The Kick, Mewithoutyou, Bradley Hathaway, and Blindside. Glass House of Pomona, September '04.
My girl friend (not girlfriend, just a friend who is female)--I shall henceforth refer to her as "My Delight"-- was pushed during one of Blindside's songs. Since I happened to be standing just behind her, naturally, I caught her. I held My Delight up for a few moments, making sure she had her footing back, leaning forward and asking if she was okay. Just then I hear my name being called. I turn; one of My Delight's friends is there, and she doesn't look happy. "What are you doing?" she demands. "What?" I say. "I'm just..." It is then that I realize that she just sees me with my arms around My Delight, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. Worse, I further realize just where my hands happen to be. I throw My Delight off of me and back into the crowd. "It wasn't like that!" I yell. "She fell! She fell!" Fortunately, at this moment, My Delight falls again. I catch her again, though accidentally this time. (I'm VERY careful about the placement of my hands.) "You see! You see! I'm innocent!" I cry. "Oh," says the other girl. "I thought... well never mind."
Sigh. So, I can't be the only one with an awkward memory. What's happened to all you?