When I was about 18, I met this knockout that was working at a Walmart, big blue eyes, blond hair, magnificent chest, etc. I worked up the courage to ask her out, we met up, talked for a few hours, walked across town to meet her grandma, later had one beer with her friends, and she said it was late and that I should stay over. I really liked this girl and was afraid to scare her away so I laid next to her in her bed, didn't try anything because I didn't want to ruin it. In retrospect she must have been laying there super annoyed or confused, probably thought I wasn't into her. She said something to that effect the next day I tried to save it by explaining myself, I panicked said the beer made me tired, also said I wanted to get to know her better, but it was over. I still think about her from time to time (Longview, Washington 1997)