my first "date" of sorts never happened, because i didnt show. it wasn't really a "date", it was like this: one night very drunk, i was 15, i ended up making out with this girl. not sure how it started. anyway when we said goodbye we said let's go to the movies tomorrow. but the next day, mildy hangover and without the rum goggles, i wasn't so sure, so i tried to call her with some excuse, but nobody answered her phone, so i went to the movies early, but then left before it was time to meet her. that makes me a bit of a rat i suppose, but i blame it on the liquor demon, which makes us do strange things. i never saw her again, and i forgive myself.
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