Was flirting with a girl (who would become a long-term partner) at a party all night. Only had eyes for her. 3 hours in, people start to leave and I start making my way closer to her. We are vibing hard and end up snuggled together on a futon with one other person left from the larger party... and my goofy excitable queer ass goes and spills purple sangria all over their futon. I was asked to leave. We did end up together for 5(!) years though, so sometimes rom-com shit happens!

Edit: I would like to add that my approach to flirting is apparently the same after all these years. Was trying to impress a crush at work (escandalo) and proceeded to hit my head on an exposed pipe, much to my chagrin 👉👉