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Oh god I just had a flashback.. I remember a festival I was at in my teens, after a week of doing acid, molly and RCs I was more or less not present, smoking a spliff watching Sexy Sushi play as the sun came up. Two girls come up to me, take my spliff, take a hit, blow it into the others mouth with a kiss and then mine. I am on way too much acid (and way too inexperienced) to do anything but keep smiling and smoking.. I don't think I could have done much else even if I wanted too, but it really didn't even register as any sort of flirting at the time. I can't remember them leaving but I guess they did? Anyways, I feel you anon..

Maybe she's from Canada and was just being polite.

Hah! Had something very similar happen to me in high-school.

Had this very metal friend, and being the hormonal teenager I was, I kinda' lusted pretty badly after her. I didn't do or say anything about it, getting along and having someone with whom to chat during metal concerts and while hanging out at the local dive spot for people with such inclinations was enough.

We used to hang out a lot after class, she was one year younger so we had similar schedules. She sorta' hinted that she "didn't dislike" me every now and again, but had a... tumultuous repertoire of random relationships, so my gut told me to hang back. She not once invited me over to her place, though. Until one afternoon when she did.

It was nearing the summer vacation, it was a torrid day from the start, the dive was closed for "renovations" (meaning someone probably puked over the bar again), so we were just sitting aimlessly on a random curb, thinking about what to do. She presented the idea of schmoozing over to hers for a toke and a comedy. My beautiful brain instantly dismissed any 'nefarious' potentialities and set itself to "friendly."

We got over to hers, rolled one up, she selected some Adam Sandler comedy (I honestly don't remember which one, they all blend together in my memory...), and we started happily baking. About halfway through the movie, she tells me she's headed for the washroom to freshen up. I don't even think I registered the though, I just kept absorbing the movie.

She comes out ten minutes later, buck naked and confident. Says nothing and starts returning to the couch. I swivel my head toward her as I felt she was coming, and get but a flash of flesh. My right hand instantly flies to my eyes, I start spouting panicked apologies and a jumble of "fucks" and "shits," then I hurry toward the front door while keeping my eyes covered.

I realised what had happened several months later. She didn't say anything about that afternoon again, and neither did I. We continued hanging out for a couple more years, I think.

I blame the weed tbh. But hopefully Anon managed to maintain a friendship