This is going to really disappoint you, but no. There is only one story that even
approaches this topic: One time when I was a freshman in college, and this geeky redhaired guy, very smart, very
funny, I really liked him, asked me to go with him to a (free) movie. I was really happy, hoping to have a friend in
him. Then we went back to his room and he got me extremely high (I'd never smoked anything in my life before that)
and made some rather sudden moves. Much more than I had in my mind with him. I was not attracted to him and did not
see this as a "date." At that point, in my Thai stick haze, I made it clear that I was very interested in friendship
with him, but he apparently wasn't because I never heard from him again, and that's cool. He wanted a lover and I
wasn't it; c'est la vie.
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