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..
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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.
That girl was too horny for her own good, she should have totally been smoother, coming straight up naked was not that great of an idea considering that you didn't report signs that you wanted anything at the moment
Fair, could've used a few lighter nudges beforehand. We came close to kissing a couple of times before, but it never materialised and I've never been one to push.
Plus, in all fairness, I was baked out of my gourd and mesmerised by the movie (I can't say I like Sandler movies, but they sorta' entrance my brain into trying to make sense of them every time). It was most certainly not a sexy times kinda' mood for me:))
My wife had to explain to me that a girl I went to college with was into me years after the fact. She stumbled across some pictures I had on Facebook that this girl had liked and commented on and asked me about her. At the time I didn't think anything of it but she was interacting with old posts from long before we'd even met at school.
My wife actually facepalmed when I told her this one story in particular. I was in the Commons on campus suffering from a pretty bad migraine. I'd been there for like an hour when she came in and sat next to me and asked me what was wrong. I told her and she sat next to me petting my head until she had to leave to go to her next class.
Oh, wow, that sounds pretty deep, too! Makes one wonder how things could've gone differently had we caught the hints for what they were.
Or at least they make for cute and funny stories if nothing else!
I blame the weed tbh. But hopefully Anon managed to maintain a friendship
Yeah never be stoned when navigating a hookup, absolutely rookie mistake.
Once you've hooked up for the first time then you can get wasted as you like, stoned sex is the fuckin' best.